Wednesday, August 7, 2013

A Trip on Miss. Samantha to Baker's Island

Today we took a cruise to Baker's Island, an island marking the southwestern entrance to Frenchman Bay.


The trip was narrated by a ranger from Acadia National Park.  He was a graduate from Michigan State University, and since Bob is also an alumni, they became fast friends. This is the other ship that Dave, the ranger narrates each week.


Homes along the coast.

 

Bob was in his element watching for birds along our cruise. He saw a Great Black Backed Gull, a black Guillemot, and Common Eider, all life birds.


An ocean view of Cadillac Mountain. Cadillac is the mountain with the notch on the right side.


Our arrival on the island, we took a skiff to go on shore.


There are three property owners of the island.  The National Park, and two are private residences. Red structures owned by private owners, white National Park.


This island was the home of the Gilly family farm. There were 12 children in the family.  It was a 7 mile row to the nearest town.


This Ranger Dave.


The third property is the school house.


 We walked up to the highest point on the island, where the Baker Island Lighthouse is. The 43 foot brick lighthouse was built per orders of President John Quincy Adams. The station began in 1828 and was automated in 1966.


We walked to the other side of the island to see the "Dance Floor." The Baker's Island Dance Floor is a series of huge flat slabs of granite found on the south shore, where area-islanders would hold dances on warm summer evenings.


We had our lunch here.


Our visit to the island was ending and we headed back to Bar Harbor.  We came in closer to Acadia National Park and saw Thunder Hole.


We also got an alternate view of Sand Beach from the ocean.


 The captain of the boat, pulled up a lobster trap for us to see.  Two lobsters were measured and were keepers.


Ranger Dave brought the lobster around for us to measure and for a closer look.


Back to Bar Harbor.  The view from shore couldn't be beat.



I have run out of words for our time on the road. We just love our life. 

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