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understand this). If he said that it wasn't going to rain, then it wasn't. Which meant that it probably would. Recalling our first night at Blackwoods makes us laugh. Now anyway. One of those non-forecasted storms crept up on us in the middle of the night. First came the thunder and lightning. Then the wind started howling. I thought for sure that this was the night that one of those towering trees, shielding us like an umbrella, was going to fall and we would meet a horrible fate. It didn't matter that they had been there for 200 years before we visited them. I was worried about a tree falling but not about our tent blowing over. I had every confidence in my husband's tent building skills. He however, didn't tell me he was awake half the night with worry. He was also worried that we were going to take on water since it was raining to beat the band. According to my husband's account of the nightmarish storm I must not have been too worried about a tree falling or anything else for that matter. When he awakened to what he called "hurricane force winds" I was snoring so loudly our neighbors at the next campsite probably thought they were under attack by the biggest black bear that they would ever hope to encounter.

As the sun began to rise the next morning and turned our tent into a toaster oven we climbed out of our refuge to inspect any damage. We both shook our heads with pride. We were proud as peacocks (one of us a little too much), at how our tent held up. The only damage our campsite sustained was the wet firewood from the night before was now wetter firewood than we started out with. Surprisingly, I didn't utter my most famous line, "I told you so."

We proceeded to make a good breakfast of bacon and eggs on our stove and we did our dishes just like at home. That is after we made our second trip to the store for the right kind of stove fuel. I bought propane. How was I supposed to know? My husband being a chef by trade does all the cooking. We enjoyed our little daily adventures at Acadia. We visited Cadillac Mountain at dusk just like every other tourist in Acadia. We soon learned first-hand all about the daily race up the side of Cadillac Mountain to view the glorious sunset from the highest point on the eastern seaboard. My husband should be a NASCAR driver along with all the other tourists who drove up that narrow, winding road at 75 miles an hour to win a chance to see this splendid display of Mother Nature. One minute and it's all over.

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