It’s been 3 years since I spent Thanksgiving morning outside in forty degree rain. This time we went for a mile walk along the coast of Mt Desert Island in the pouring rain. I stayed dry, even my boots. Tyson’s jackets kept most of him dry, but the toes of his boots leaked. Isaac filled his boots with puddles. The rest of him didn’t fare much better.
Tyson loved the waves crashing on the rock shore. He led us off trail, scrambling down slippery rocks, to the cliff edges. We found some rock climbing bolts. Tyson tried to get the perfect photo of the waves spraying 6 feet into the air. I regret telling him about burst mode, because I now have 322 photos to process from a short walk.
The seagulls seemed more relaxed than this summer when the trail was crowded with people. They glided along the coastal cliffs, indifferent to the rain.
For Thanksgiving dinner, we baked pheasant (tastes like chicken), stuffing, canned cranberry sauce, and broccoli. I forgot the sweet potatoes and butter. And as usual with a rental cottage, the kitchen equipment was hit and miss, but that’s part of the adventure. On the whole, I think we should have bought chicken or ham instead of pheasant, and spent the effort on pies.
A parting message from Isaac’s joke book
Q: Why don’t seagulls fly over the bay?
A: Because then they would be bagels.
We had bagels for breakfast the next morning.
- Read about the rest of our Thanksgiving in Acadia National Park
- Tybee Rough Water Thanksgiving
- Visit to Great Head that summer: Outdoor fun with family friends
- Acadia National Park official website.