It’s the 100th anniversary of Acadia National Park and this is something to celebrate. One hundred years ago, the deeds to the land that is now Acadia were given to President Woodrow Wilson. Like all our parks, Acadia has an interesting history, and Acadia is our only national park to begin with donations from individual families donating parcels of land. The island of Mt Desert was populated by wealthy landowners who summered in “cottages”. These cottages were large mansions with plenty of room for family, guests and servants. These summer visitors were know as “summercators” or “rusticators”. Most of the original families have last names Americans are familiar with including Rockefeller, Morgan, Ford and Vanderbilt.
Living near a national park is a combination of joy, wonder and frustration. I talked with Carly on the phone yesterday and she planned on making shampoo bars except she was out of rubber gloves. She’d spent the day before buying groceries in Bar Harbor and parking was such an issue she couldn’t go back. The last time I drove thru Bar Harbor I was struck by the beauty of the mountains in the distance and then freaked about cars and people. That’s the frustrating bit about living in a totally breathtaking place.
And then there is the beauty. Most people think of Maine as summer, beaches, lobsters and blueberries. Maine is stunning during the short but oh so sweet summer months. But Maine, and Acadia is beautiful all year round. In fact, I enjoy fall the best. Summer is such a busy season and you are always figuring out alternative routes and stressing about parking. How much extra time do you need to allow to catch your boat? You can never get that question answered correctly.
Something happens in the fall with the light. Out on Gotts Island the days become magical in September and sunny October days. Perhaps it’s the shortness and the crisp wind but wandering the roads, lobster boats in the horizon is one of my life’s simple pleasures.
At Dulse and Rugosa, this island beauty, our sense of wonder and joy of place is reflected in our products. When you open a jar of Dulse & Rugosa you are transported to a summer day in Maine.