That's not the Zakim Bridge in Boston, that bridge crosses the Penobscot River.
This spot on the river is the site of one of the American Colonists worst defeats during the war for independence. We lost the battle, but won the war. We have survived as a nation this long, specifically for me to be able to drop that lame cliche in a blog post.
Now we are inside Acadia National Park on the Loop Drive Road. Sure we could have hiked through the forest, but we chose to drive instead. Me being criminally out of shape might have been part of the decision making process there. Here are a couple of views from Frenchman Bay.
When we were walking through town the next day I found the name of this boat. I can't remember now. Is it the Mary Todd? Something like that.
We were told that this land bridge disappears during high tide. At this point, however, you could see little ant sized people walking across.
I'll post some more pictures in a little while.
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