We awoke Saturday morning to a brand new day. Temps in the 70s and this was the sky:
We enjoyed a leisurely breakfast before suddenly realizing that we were expected to check out in 45 minutes, so we scurried to break camp and pack everything back into the van with much griping and disorganization, about an hour behind schedule and not really sure what we were doing next. The kids celebrate our empty campsite:
The Donaheys had taken their leave the night before to spend their last night at Hancock and head back to Vermont so we were on our own. We ended up shopping the annual library book sale in Southwest Harbor and getting a little advice from the nice lady at the local information center. After fueling up with sandwiches in the tiny parking lot, we climbed Flying Mountain (aka Fernald Hill), elevation a whopping 274 feet. We met a nice couple at the top from Florida who took our picture for us. She turned out to be from Switzerland and was outright laughing at the 87 meters, but she did confess to never actually having climbed the Matterhorn even though she grew up looking at it. The trail was only .3 miles up, but it was UP and it was a bit of work for Jeremy, with Alan's assistance. We all made it, though, and the views were astounding.
It didn't register at the time, but we were looking right across to the Northeast Harbor 5-miler route that we're running on the 28th (it passes just behind all those reeeeeeaaally nice houses).
New family portraits:
After that, it was time to make our way home. We stopped at Thompson Island to use the restrooms and get the wiggles out, and made one last stop at the Ice Cream Outlet for Gifford's and then finally drove home.
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