Then its 75 miles an hour back down the mountain to see Thunder Hole at high tide.

We had plenty of mishaps during our camping weekend, which I purposely neglected to mention. There are many memories we have, like the night my husband tried to tell me that I was roasting my marshmallow the wrong way and I said, "I'm not five. I know how to . . ." Plop. Gone forever to marshmallow heaven. Mishaps aside we had a great weekend. Acadia is beautiful and the park rangers and campers maintain Blackwoods Campgrounds very well, respecting nature. I just wish nature respected us a little more.

Packing our gear to head home I spotted a red squirrel I had been watching all weekend. He was efficient in the way he would gather his nuts for his upcoming deep sleep. Red squirrels are not common where we live so, animal lover that I am, I was fascinated. I got out my camera to photograph this little cutie. He would run through our campsite, not more than six feet away from me, to the other side of the road in order to collect nuts. He would stuff his cheeks full of nuts and when I wasn't looking he would sprint by me. For more than an hour (while my husband was tearing down his masterpiece and loading his wet firewood), I tried to photograph this little sneak. Every time I laid down my camera he knew. He would then go sprinting past me as if to rub it in that he was faster than I was. I did manage to get a picture of my little buddy running full speed past my husband's truck tire. For all the work the little guy did I hope he has a good slumber.

Oh, and I guess that I really should be honest and mention that when we got home and enlarged our pictures on the computer, it turns out that I have a fine picture of my husband's truck tire. With a tail.

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