We just returned from a delightful fall getaway. We left Tessa with Grandma and Granddaddy Hunt for a week and took to the east coast. When I think of fall, I think of fall in New England. The trees and boundless forests, the shake shingled homes with big front porches and pumpkins, the fresh bite in the air, the quiet, it's everything Southern California isn't come September. It's love. Anytime I visit New England in the fall I want to move there.
We returned to Bar Harbor, Maine to run our favorite Half Marathon ever through Acadia National Park. The weather held it's perfect crispness, the leaves in the park just beginning their annual journey towards red. Once again it did not disappoint. Aside of course from the "amateur racer" my father and I encountered, that failed to practice any sort of race etiquette and that had I seen in the finish area could have tripped and said, "booyah" as I looked at her laying on the ground...but we won't get in to that. It would ruin the tranquility of my post.
We returned to Bar Harbor, Maine to run our favorite Half Marathon ever through Acadia National Park. The weather held it's perfect crispness, the leaves in the park just beginning their annual journey towards red. Once again it did not disappoint. Aside of course from the "amateur racer" my father and I encountered, that failed to practice any sort of race etiquette and that had I seen in the finish area could have tripped and said, "booyah" as I looked at her laying on the ground...but we won't get in to that. It would ruin the tranquility of my post.
Aside from the race we did a few other Maine musts.
Soaked in the view a top Cadillac Mtn.
We ate lobster the way it was meant to be eaten. For those of you that have been led astray, allow me to set you straight. It is not in a shmoozy restuarant with a demitase fork and chardonnay. It is on a weathered deck in the salty sea air, still warm after just being pulled from the steamer you stuck him in, with butter up to your elbows, and a ginormous smile on your face.
Soaked in the view a top Cadillac Mtn.
We ate lobster the way it was meant to be eaten. For those of you that have been led astray, allow me to set you straight. It is not in a shmoozy restuarant with a demitase fork and chardonnay. It is on a weathered deck in the salty sea air, still warm after just being pulled from the steamer you stuck him in, with butter up to your elbows, and a ginormous smile on your face.
I love you Mr. Lobster.
We soaked in the beauty of the other coast, and the charm of a fishing village. We slept in and ate homemade muffins for breakfast. We relaxed until our bones felt they might transform to jello. I'd love me some jello bones.
We soaked in the beauty of the other coast, and the charm of a fishing village. We slept in and ate homemade muffins for breakfast. We relaxed until our bones felt they might transform to jello. I'd love me some jello bones.
5 comments:
It looks beautiful. Great post. Those pictures made me want to move to New England too. Glad you had a nice getaway! Well done on the half marathon! How many times have you been run that one? You guys are amazing.
I am SOOOOO homesick! We went up to Acadia twice while we lived in CT... seriously Maine is enough to make me want to live out there forever and ever and have a vacation home in Maine. Sigh. Oh how I love New England... Oklahoma deffinitely ain't no New England.
How fun! Glad you all enjoyed.
Love it. But you know I really want to hear more about this spazzy racer. I always enjoy a good laugh.
So jealous. I want to move there.
And I want to look like you. And be like you. I guess I just want to be you.
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