In honor of the National Park Service’s 100th birthday (1916-2016), I am reviewing all of the 35 (so far) National Parks that I have visited, in alphabetical order, beginning with Acadia National Park.
I visited Acadia back on June 14-16, 2009. My nephew was born in May and his parents were living in Salem, Massachusetts at the time, so I combined a visit to see the newest member of the family along with a trip to Maine to see Acadia.
When I travel, I often don’t document my travels for months (sometimes even years after I return home). However, I strive to keep good notes on a daily basis. Day One is an excellent app that I use to prompt me (4 times per day) to record my memories. I admit, sometimes I am much better about stopping to record my memories than at other times. However, I am working to work with the program that is designed to help me record my memories. I will also use old-fashioned pen and paper to jot down my thoughts and ramblings on wherever I am visiting.
My National Park album is set up the exact same way for every layout of every park I’ve visited: seven landscape photos, journaling on the left, and the park map and newspaper (if there is one) is tucked into a pocket on the right.
Here was my journaling regarding Acadia, taken directly from my scrapbook page (featured above):
Acadia National Park is located in Main and was established on February 26, 1919, and contains 47, 633 acres.
I drove up to Maine from Boston where I was visiting the newest member of the family, my nephew, who was born in May, and by the way is SO cute. I left on Sunday morning and it was pouring down rain most of the way to Acadia. The trip took about five hours, including a stop for lunch. The park definitely doesn’t show off it’s best assets in the gloomy, rainy weather. I drove through he park briefly, and then went in search of accommodations for the evening.
The next morning began cloudy, but slowly began to clear up, and the views from Cadillac Mountain in the abundant sunshine were spectacular! Of course, I fell and busted my butt (literally) on some moss-covered rocks that were wet. I didn’t even see the moss and my feet flew out from under me, and I fell — hard — with two big cameras — digital and film. Not the most graceful thing to recover from :). I also visited the beach area of the park where some crazy people were swimming in 53 degree water. They were some brave (or really crazy) souls.
My timing to the park was perfect as it was the week before “peak season,” and peak season accommodation rates. After leaving the park, I drove up the coast some to some neighboring seaside towns, but there wasn’t much to see, so I headed back to Bar Harbor, and spent another night in a different motel (one of the worst places I have ever stayed). I thought about a lobster dinner, but couldn’t bring myself to select a live lobster to be boiled alive for my dinner, so I got a lobster roll instead (I had nothing to do with that lobster’s demise).
(That lobster roll was SO good.)
Journaling as you go has so many benefits. I am sure I would have forgotten many of the details had I waited until months (or years) later to do the journaling.
Take time out soon to visit one of your national parks.