Bar Harbor was once a summer playground for the very rich and famous. They built mansions here for summer holidays. As we sailed in we saw numbers of them. This one perched below Cadillac Mountain.

We hired a car and went to the gorgeous Acadia National Park. We passed by beautiful mountain lakes …

… and pink granite coastline …

…and walked in the forest and found this cove. The sound of the waves rolling the round granite rocks below …

We drove up Cadillac Mountain. At the top we found parking chaos and couldn’t stop, but on each side we had spectacular (and weren’t we lucky with the day!) views … one side down over the little town …

… and the other … looking west forever …

You can’t come to Maine and not have fresh lobster … so we returned the car, came into town and had a very late lunch …

After lunch we started to walk along the lovely seafront, but Jan got restless for the nearby shopping.

So Jan went shopping and I walked the town … found some very posh real estate …

… and some classic New England homes …

… along the bustling main street … full of American (school) holiday makers …

Back down to the waterfront where the famously big tide change had uncovered the flats across to Bar Island … goodness knows what they were all looking for in the mud?

This pier, on top of which we’d had lunch, was now very high and dry. A tide shift of 3+ metres, I reckon.

Jan didn’t spend much after all, and I found her waiting patiently at the tender pier …

And so off we sailed, past this classic friend of the seaman.