Isle Au Haut is an island 45 minutes by mail boat from Stonington, Maine. It’s part of Acadia National Park and has one road that whips around the entire island. We decided to bring our bikes and ride around the entire place. We were dropped off at 9:45 AM and picked up at 4:45 PM. The first stop we made was the ranger station – which I highly recommend because looking at a map is much different than what is really there. About 6 miles (13 miles total) of the road (paved and unpaved) is actual mountain biking. I was pretty surprised by this because somehow in my mind I had visions of carefree cruising for the day, which is not the case. It’s not for the very young and I do not recommend bringing a bike trailer or a pedal trailer. You will likely regret it and your child will be bouncing around uncomfortably. But if you can do it all as a family, it’s awesome. And when you’re biking, you keep thinking to yourself, “people live here year-round – how cool is this.”
They have a school house (four students), post office and general store. The houses are beautiful. When we were there for the day, the weather was amazing – almost hot, as I was dripping sweat from biking. You can also choose to hike, which gets you closer to the coastline. Biking the road weaves in and out of forest most of the time, so for a more scenic route, hike.
My thoughts – If you ever need peace and quiet, or have a book to write – go here.
I think I can confirm Deer Isle, Maine as one of my favorite places to visit.
Let me preface with some background about our family. We are active. We do not sit very long. Our children mountain bike and kayak. We are fine sitting in front of an ocean for hours. But not just sitting. So Maine, well, it’s a perfect thing for us.
Deer Isle is a quiet little island located about an hour and fifteen minutes (south)west of Acadia National Park. It was once known for farming and now, it’s a well-known arts and fishing community. So in addition to being a quiet place – nothing is really open after 7 PM, it is a farmhouse mecca .
And yes, I was having a field day with my camera in this environment. There is a distinct difference between a Maine farmhouse and a Pennsylvania one. The huge difference is the connection of the barn to the house itself – we were informed this was to accommodate for the harsh Maine winters. But then there is trim around the windows that is clearly Maine farmhouse. And I grew to love the Maine farmhouse as the week went on. So much so I told my husband we have to include that and this on our house one day. Even the barn being attached to the house too. He stated he wasn’t too sure about that, due to it being a fire hazard, but I assure you we will have a barn attached to our house one day.
Of course we rented a farmhouse too – what did you expect? It actually was a boarding house at one point, but is now owned by a brother and sister. The other sibling and her husband own the adjacent home that has this view (below) of blueberry fields and the Penobscot Bay. Harry, Kate and dog Jake quickly became acquainted with our family and Harry introduced us to their blueberry fields. He also informed us of the best way to make blueberry muffins – putting more blueberries then a recipe asks for, just enough to keep the batter together. We were pretty sure Harry wanted some blueberry muffins and after picking cups and cups, we happily obliged.
Most of our days centered around these views – a pebbled beach, pathways of blueberry picking, runs and bike trips down an unpaved road, lined with farmhouses. And that bay. Seriously – when I’ve read about Maine in blogs, I’ve kind of laughed at the thought it was that magical. Nothing is that magical. But maybe, just maybe it is. And maybe part of that magic resides in the fact it was summer and vacation. But whatever it is, count us in.
Pretty much since I was a wee little one, there is no place I’d rather be.
It’s no surprise. For those of you who keep up with me, you know we would like more land one day. And while maybe the kids and I are the ones totally on board with this, we would also like some chickens, horses, a cow or two and a german shepherd. Easter brought us to our friend’s farm. A dairy farm complete with 62 cows – which I learned are what all females are called. The bulls reside somewhere else. The milk they produce actually goes to Land o Lakes to make butter. What was even more enjoyable was a calf getting loose and watching 5 men try to get her in the pen again. Or, maybe it was the guinea bird named Fred running amuck, being chased by the kids. I am not sure. But one thing is for sure, farms are magical to children. My son didn’t even think twice running in the barn between two lines of cows, that he could slip and fall into a pile of manure.
Dear Outer Banks,
I MISS you dearly.
It’s been almost two years since we visited.
And that, well that, just plain sucks.
But this year, we plan on going back.
To our beloved Hatteras Island.
We look forward to playing in the sand, the water and smelling the salt air.
Hearing the waves crash at night and those foul seagulls during the day.
For you are my muse.
And I missed taking pictures of you last year.
Rehoboth Beach just isn’t the same.
I like my beaches plain and unadorned.
I hope you are still the same.
I can’t wait to see you again.