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The weekend was amazing to say the least.
Friday night around midnight my cousins, Kim and Jon, and I stopped at Coldstone before heading to Orono. We were supposed to sleep at the apartment in orono and then get up early and head to Acadia but when we showed up at 2AM my keys didn't work. We went back to the car because Kim said she could pay for a hotel room for the night but as it turned out, she left her bag at Coldstone in lewiston. between the three of us we had $256.00 which would have been enough for the night but it was in cash and you need a credit card to get a room. What ever happened to cash being an acceptable form of payment? So we "slept" in our cars at Dysart's in hampden and then at around 6:30 called Orchard Trails for a lockout. We then went back to the apartment and sat in the hallway outside the apartment for two hours, continuously calling the afterhours service to find out when the afterhours lockout person was going to come let us in. They told us that they were paging the person but were getting no response. At around eight we gave up and went to Denny's for breakfast. Kim and Jon's father was coming up Saturday to take their younger siblings to a museum and so brought Kim's bag to us. When the office opened at ten we were the first complaints of the day. While I was waiting for the office attendant to grab his key I get a call from the lockout lady. Apparently she had six miss calls from the afterhours service. I told her that I no longer needed her and she reminded me of the fee. I politely told her to shove it since she didn't show up and hung up on her. The guy walked us over to my building and tried his key. Nothing worked. We then learned that the door knob was broken and that it would be another twenty minutes for the maintenance guy to show up and fix it and then let us in. We waited another hour and a half and just decided to head to Acadia. And my parents called to say that they were going to Orchard Trails so that we wouldn't get the run around again that night. On our way there we stopped at the Kisma Preserve ( http://www.kismapreserve.org/ ) in Trenton. It was so sketchy but really cool. They had many wolves, (one that was as old as me!) four tigers, and a tigon! A tigon is a tiger-lion hybrid. I can't remember if a tigon must have a tiger father and a lion mother or the opposite. The offspring of the opposite, though would be considered a liger. While we were looking at the tigers and tigon that were caged next to each other, a young male tiger began harrassing the female tigon. The tigon started roaring and the lion that they had in housing chimed in as well. Soon, the wolves were howling, the tigon, tigers, and lions were roaring and the owls were hooting. Haha. It was fucking awesome. So we finished the usual tour, owls, lynx, cougar, deer, moose, bears, llamas, goats, sheep, and pigs. Then our tour guide named Kennerd began to tell us about their special offers. Four a total of $50 we could have a wolf encounter where we'd get to meet a real wolf. Other encounters included, and I kid you not, a farm encounter: where we could pet a llama, a reptile encounter: hold a tortoise, a tiger encounter: pet a tiger which I must say sounded pretty cool, or a VIP tour which included everything, wolves, feeding a bear, petting the tiger, even holding a tortoise and petting a llama. All of these encounters costed more than we were willing to pay (even the farm encounter which costs $50 should you ever want to pet a llama) and so we continued on our journey.
The sun finally came out when we reached Acadia around one o'clock. Unbeknownst to us, this weekend was free admission weekend. We celebrated by walking along Sand Beach and fooling around with our waterproof disposable cameras. Once we left the beach, about a half hour later my parents called and said they were at Orchard Trails. The office staff would not let them into the apartment without me and that we needed to drive the forty five minutes back to Orono and let them in. So we put on our hazards and sped through the rest of the park loop road, getting an abbrevated version of Acadia and then took off for Orono. We stopped to get pictures of the Native American totem and black fisherman statue.
Once back at Orono, the door was fixed but my key still did not work. It took us another hour to get the office to let us in. The first thing we did once in the apartment was take showers. I felt so disgusting after spending the night in the car, listening to air brakes, and then laying on the disgusting hallway floor that had not been cleaned sinec the building was constructed five years ago.
We then decided that it would be cool to spend the night atop Cadillac mountain and see the sunrise Sunday morning. Cadillac mountain is one of two places, Eastport, Maine is another, where you can see the sunrise before every place else in america.
After our showers we picked up some supplies and headed back to Acadia. It wasn't until ten pm that we arrived. The fog was dense as we drove the loop road, going much slowly as to not hit any deer or moose, or whatever may wander out of the woods late at night, and also to not drive off of the cliff. We finally made it to Cadillac mountain around eleven and sat in the dark. The sky was partially cloudy, the moon- our only source of light- was hidden behind the clouds. We could see the stars really well and we goggled at them for a few minutes. We had two vehicles because it would be rather uncomfortable for the three of us to try and sleep in my tiny Subaru. And also, jon is seventeen and new to driving on his own. So he had his little escort and kim and i were in my subaru. As we were goggling at the stars we saw heat lightning off in the distance and decided it was best to stay in the car. So jon jumped into my car and we were talking about family drama when Jon realized he locked his keys in his car. So here we are, 11:30 at night, locked out of a car on Cadillac mountain. If it had been during the day, it would not have been a big deal. We could have gone into Bar Harbor and found something to us to jimmy the lock but since it was late nothing would be open. And by the time we would make it back to Ellsworth, Wal*Mart would be closed. So we sat and pondered our options. Around midnight we called AAA. Around 12:10 AAA called back to let us know that not only did they send someone to unlock the door but they had also called a Park Ranger. Around 12:30 a Park Ranger showed up to check our IDs, run our plates and ask us questions. We asked her if it was okay for us to sleep in our cars on the mountain while we waited for sunrise. She told us it was not a good idea and showed us, unofficially, where there were some places in the park to pull off to the side of the road and sleep. She also showed us the location of a campground near by that cost $20 a night where we could build a fire and chill until sunrise. She then started asking us about our background while nonchalantly searching our cars through the windows. Finding nothing incriminating she told us that she had the equipment in her vehicle that could unlock his doors but she didn't want to step on AAA's toes. She left us, once again, alone on the mountain. Shortly there after AAA came. We were off the mountain by 2 AM and arrived at the campground by 2:30. Neither one of us had gotten much sleep. I had been up since 9:30AM Friday morning and while Kim and Jon took naps on the way to and from Acadia, they didn't get much sleep at Dysart's either. Our plans were to get up at 3:30AM to go back to CM. But once we chose a site, and once we saw the fire pits, we had to build a fire. So I backed my little Subaru into the site and close enough to the fire pit to feel the warmth. We opened the back hatch as Jon attempted to find kindling. Unfortunately, since it had rained all day, he found nothing and instead, burned all of his school notes. Around 3AM we finally went to bed. by this time I had gone well over twenty four hours without taking my medication. Usually when twenty four hours have passed I get anxious and nervous and very irritable. I dozed off and dreamt that park rangers were coming to harass us in the night. (I would, right) So when Jon knocked on my window at 3:20 to ask if we were still going to CM, I had a mini pseudo-heart attack. I climbed into the front seat (we had put the back seats down and I was curled up in the back while kim slept in the front passenger's seat) and as I was putting in my contacts, Jon walked passed my car and in my peripheral vision. I jumped and hollered.
We made it to CM around 4 am and the sun there was alreayd light on the horizon. Apparently everyone in Maine decided to attend the sunrise as well, but we found ourselves a spot on some rocks and sat down with iced tea, water and some trail mix. No one spoke as we waited and watched the sky. Down below, fog masked the town and the coastline. It was amazing to see. Clouds, passed by us, some thick. The sunrise was brillant, purple, then pink, then red, then orange reflected off the clouds as the red ball of light ascended. We were wrapped tightly in our blankets as we watched this spectacular, anti-climatic scene before us. And then we went home.
Tired, cold, and anxious, we got the hell out of dodge and went home. We saw a moose on I-95 but didn't care. I drove until the spray from the car's tires ahead of us turned into clouds of cotton and then we stopped and slept for half an hour. We arrived home at noon sunday afternoon and slept. it was the best weekend since we drove to new york city a few months before.
Friday night around midnight my cousins, Kim and Jon, and I stopped at Coldstone before heading to Orono. We were supposed to sleep at the apartment in orono and then get up early and head to Acadia but when we showed up at 2AM my keys didn't work. We went back to the car because Kim said she could pay for a hotel room for the night but as it turned out, she left her bag at Coldstone in lewiston. between the three of us we had $256.00 which would have been enough for the night but it was in cash and you need a credit card to get a room. What ever happened to cash being an acceptable form of payment? So we "slept" in our cars at Dysart's in hampden and then at around 6:30 called Orchard Trails for a lockout. We then went back to the apartment and sat in the hallway outside the apartment for two hours, continuously calling the afterhours service to find out when the afterhours lockout person was going to come let us in. They told us that they were paging the person but were getting no response. At around eight we gave up and went to Denny's for breakfast. Kim and Jon's father was coming up Saturday to take their younger siblings to a museum and so brought Kim's bag to us. When the office opened at ten we were the first complaints of the day. While I was waiting for the office attendant to grab his key I get a call from the lockout lady. Apparently she had six miss calls from the afterhours service. I told her that I no longer needed her and she reminded me of the fee. I politely told her to shove it since she didn't show up and hung up on her. The guy walked us over to my building and tried his key. Nothing worked. We then learned that the door knob was broken and that it would be another twenty minutes for the maintenance guy to show up and fix it and then let us in. We waited another hour and a half and just decided to head to Acadia. And my parents called to say that they were going to Orchard Trails so that we wouldn't get the run around again that night. On our way there we stopped at the Kisma Preserve ( http://www.kismapreserve.org/ ) in Trenton. It was so sketchy but really cool. They had many wolves, (one that was as old as me!) four tigers, and a tigon! A tigon is a tiger-lion hybrid. I can't remember if a tigon must have a tiger father and a lion mother or the opposite. The offspring of the opposite, though would be considered a liger. While we were looking at the tigers and tigon that were caged next to each other, a young male tiger began harrassing the female tigon. The tigon started roaring and the lion that they had in housing chimed in as well. Soon, the wolves were howling, the tigon, tigers, and lions were roaring and the owls were hooting. Haha. It was fucking awesome. So we finished the usual tour, owls, lynx, cougar, deer, moose, bears, llamas, goats, sheep, and pigs. Then our tour guide named Kennerd began to tell us about their special offers. Four a total of $50 we could have a wolf encounter where we'd get to meet a real wolf. Other encounters included, and I kid you not, a farm encounter: where we could pet a llama, a reptile encounter: hold a tortoise, a tiger encounter: pet a tiger which I must say sounded pretty cool, or a VIP tour which included everything, wolves, feeding a bear, petting the tiger, even holding a tortoise and petting a llama. All of these encounters costed more than we were willing to pay (even the farm encounter which costs $50 should you ever want to pet a llama) and so we continued on our journey.
The sun finally came out when we reached Acadia around one o'clock. Unbeknownst to us, this weekend was free admission weekend. We celebrated by walking along Sand Beach and fooling around with our waterproof disposable cameras. Once we left the beach, about a half hour later my parents called and said they were at Orchard Trails. The office staff would not let them into the apartment without me and that we needed to drive the forty five minutes back to Orono and let them in. So we put on our hazards and sped through the rest of the park loop road, getting an abbrevated version of Acadia and then took off for Orono. We stopped to get pictures of the Native American totem and black fisherman statue.
Once back at Orono, the door was fixed but my key still did not work. It took us another hour to get the office to let us in. The first thing we did once in the apartment was take showers. I felt so disgusting after spending the night in the car, listening to air brakes, and then laying on the disgusting hallway floor that had not been cleaned sinec the building was constructed five years ago.
We then decided that it would be cool to spend the night atop Cadillac mountain and see the sunrise Sunday morning. Cadillac mountain is one of two places, Eastport, Maine is another, where you can see the sunrise before every place else in america.
After our showers we picked up some supplies and headed back to Acadia. It wasn't until ten pm that we arrived. The fog was dense as we drove the loop road, going much slowly as to not hit any deer or moose, or whatever may wander out of the woods late at night, and also to not drive off of the cliff. We finally made it to Cadillac mountain around eleven and sat in the dark. The sky was partially cloudy, the moon- our only source of light- was hidden behind the clouds. We could see the stars really well and we goggled at them for a few minutes. We had two vehicles because it would be rather uncomfortable for the three of us to try and sleep in my tiny Subaru. And also, jon is seventeen and new to driving on his own. So he had his little escort and kim and i were in my subaru. As we were goggling at the stars we saw heat lightning off in the distance and decided it was best to stay in the car. So jon jumped into my car and we were talking about family drama when Jon realized he locked his keys in his car. So here we are, 11:30 at night, locked out of a car on Cadillac mountain. If it had been during the day, it would not have been a big deal. We could have gone into Bar Harbor and found something to us to jimmy the lock but since it was late nothing would be open. And by the time we would make it back to Ellsworth, Wal*Mart would be closed. So we sat and pondered our options. Around midnight we called AAA. Around 12:10 AAA called back to let us know that not only did they send someone to unlock the door but they had also called a Park Ranger. Around 12:30 a Park Ranger showed up to check our IDs, run our plates and ask us questions. We asked her if it was okay for us to sleep in our cars on the mountain while we waited for sunrise. She told us it was not a good idea and showed us, unofficially, where there were some places in the park to pull off to the side of the road and sleep. She also showed us the location of a campground near by that cost $20 a night where we could build a fire and chill until sunrise. She then started asking us about our background while nonchalantly searching our cars through the windows. Finding nothing incriminating she told us that she had the equipment in her vehicle that could unlock his doors but she didn't want to step on AAA's toes. She left us, once again, alone on the mountain. Shortly there after AAA came. We were off the mountain by 2 AM and arrived at the campground by 2:30. Neither one of us had gotten much sleep. I had been up since 9:30AM Friday morning and while Kim and Jon took naps on the way to and from Acadia, they didn't get much sleep at Dysart's either. Our plans were to get up at 3:30AM to go back to CM. But once we chose a site, and once we saw the fire pits, we had to build a fire. So I backed my little Subaru into the site and close enough to the fire pit to feel the warmth. We opened the back hatch as Jon attempted to find kindling. Unfortunately, since it had rained all day, he found nothing and instead, burned all of his school notes. Around 3AM we finally went to bed. by this time I had gone well over twenty four hours without taking my medication. Usually when twenty four hours have passed I get anxious and nervous and very irritable. I dozed off and dreamt that park rangers were coming to harass us in the night. (I would, right) So when Jon knocked on my window at 3:20 to ask if we were still going to CM, I had a mini pseudo-heart attack. I climbed into the front seat (we had put the back seats down and I was curled up in the back while kim slept in the front passenger's seat) and as I was putting in my contacts, Jon walked passed my car and in my peripheral vision. I jumped and hollered.
We made it to CM around 4 am and the sun there was alreayd light on the horizon. Apparently everyone in Maine decided to attend the sunrise as well, but we found ourselves a spot on some rocks and sat down with iced tea, water and some trail mix. No one spoke as we waited and watched the sky. Down below, fog masked the town and the coastline. It was amazing to see. Clouds, passed by us, some thick. The sunrise was brillant, purple, then pink, then red, then orange reflected off the clouds as the red ball of light ascended. We were wrapped tightly in our blankets as we watched this spectacular, anti-climatic scene before us. And then we went home.
Tired, cold, and anxious, we got the hell out of dodge and went home. We saw a moose on I-95 but didn't care. I drove until the spray from the car's tires ahead of us turned into clouds of cotton and then we stopped and slept for half an hour. We arrived home at noon sunday afternoon and slept. it was the best weekend since we drove to new york city a few months before.