Our final big brown sign moments were spent at Schoodic. Of course, we greatly overestimated what we could squeeze into the day and still make it to my friend Naomi’s house in Easthampton, MA at a reasonable hour. But, as Rita tried to weigh the decision to explore the rocky tidal pools against rushing off back to Mount Desert Island, the choice was perfectly clear. Schoodic became the sole focus of the day. It was the right decision.
Less is more, as they say.
Acadia has 3 main sections that are accessible by land. There’s another section, Isle Au Haut, that is accessible only by boat. You’d need to actually plan to make it there, so suffice it to say, we didn’t get there this trip anyway. For the less well-planned, you can visit two areas on Mount Desert Island– the Bar Harbor area and a place referred to as the “quiet side” which includes Southwest Harbor and Echo Bass Lake. The even quieter “quiet side” is not on Mount Desert Island, but on a peninsula just farther north called Schoodic.
In my opinion, a trip to Acadia wouldn’t be complete without a visit to Schoodic. Sure, go to Mount Desert Island. You have to see Cadillac Mountain and the Bubbles. You need to have a popover at Jordan Pond. But, if you want to just be– to sit on the shore by yourself and look out over the ocean, feeling the slight chill in the air as the wind sweeps over the bay and listening to the rhythm of the waves as they splash over the rocky shore (minus the noise of the hoards of tourists), you really should spend a sizable chunk of your Acadia time at Schoodic.
We started at the visitor center and, following the advice of a ranger (you know the rule), we took the bikes on the “carriage road” toward Frazier Point. I use the term carriage road here somewhat hesitantly, because these are absolutely not the same as the carriage roads of Mount Desert Island. These are more like gravel pathways. The gravel is not compacted here, making the trail more difficult for a hybrid bike like mine. The effect of the loose gravel is to make the uphills more difficult and the downhills decidedly less pleasant, with a tendency to slip and slide which for me was little terrifying. Consequently, we quickly abandoned these “carriage roads” and turned instead to the park’s paved loop road. We’d traveled this loop road by car at dusk several nights prior, but the more leisurely pace of the bike ride yielded a completely different experience.
In many national parks, I’d recommend only seasoned cyclists ride the loop roads. But, at Schoodic, the road is fairly devoid of cars, making the loop road perfect for bicycles. I don’t want to imply there were crowds (there were not), but people of all ages were wandering the loop road by bike, likely having made the same decision we did. It’s a perfect way to experience Schoodic, because you can stop anywhere you want, and all along the way you’ve got the breeze in your hair and the faintly salty aroma of the sea wafting into your nose. It’s absolutely magnificent on a bright sunny day (sorry, again, good Chris), but I imagine it would be just as magical on an overcast or slightly foggy day– or on a dark, thick fog even. Come to think of it, maybe there’s no bad day to explore Schoodic. And, here’s a tip if you do decide to bike the loop road: if you get tired along the way or you’ve just lingered too long in the tidal pools, you can wave down one of the Island Explorer Buses that circle the loop road every 30 minutes in summer, load your bike on the front (or back) of it, and stop off for lunch or back to your vehicle.
Magic.
In this way, we explored Schoodic, loving every minute of it. We ended up grabbing a bite at The Pickled Wrinkle. If you weren’t following the advice of someone in the know, you’d never think to stop at this restaurant literally in the lot of a gas and convenience store. Good thing we always get recommendations from the rangers and the bus drivers and any other local that will talk to us. Actually, in Maine, we’ve found nearly everyone loves to tell a good yarn, so it’s pretty easy to get information if you’re willing to provide open ears for the tales. Lucky for me, Rita is better at listening longer and more patiently than I am, so she gathers some good inside tips while I’m typically distracted by some bird (or insect or plant or rock or…).
If you go to Schoodic (and you should go to Schoodic), you really want to eat a meal at the Pickled Wrinkle. Rita, having had no prior experience with eating conch and snails, braved the somewhat unusual (and, uh, chewy?) briny pickled wrinkles. I politely declined that delectable treat and opted for what probably were the best fried long-neck whole belly clams I’ve ever had. Oh, my! They were delicious. Rita loved her lobster flatbread too, so call this a Schoodic must.
After that, we remorsefully took to the road (minus one last LL Bean stop) and headed off to Easthampton, Massachusetts. We opted to stay off I-90 and ended up taking State Route 2 through Massachusetts, which worked out scenically and without appreciable traffic. This route cost us a mere 7 minutes according to Waze– a small cost to stay off I-90. We arrived just after 10 p.m., making it an early night (for this trip).
And, so, the Acadia portion of the vacation has ended and though I noted on the map there’s an Arcadia Wildlife Sanctuary nearby, I don’t think it will be quite up to my brown sign standards by comparison. It certainly won’t be Acadia. Still, we’ll be open to whatever the day’s explorations include, brown signs or not. And, I’ll hold the memories of today’s peaceful moments in the quieter quiet side of Acadia deep in my heart for always.