One of the "things to do" at Acadia is to wake up at what I can only describe as the middle of the night, and drive at the (pardon my crass description) butt crack of dawn to the top of Cadillac Mountain to watch the sun rise. This event is special because, with the mountain's eastern location and elevation, people at its summit see the sun before anyone else in the USA.
We saved this activity for our last day. Partly, this seemed like a special way to end our trip, having some sort of poetic symmetry with how we ended our wedding. And partly it had a practical application... we wanted to leave very early and get in well over 12 hours of driving, so we had to wake up really early anyhow. The problem with saving it for the last day is... it's the last chance. So in the middle of the night, when thunderstorms awoke us, I decided that we would go anyhow. I hadn't been up to the top of Cadillac Mountain, and wanted to see it.
This is our sunrise from Cadillac Mountain.
I'm just kidding, of course. That was the western view. Here is the real sunrise.
Yup. That's right, it was raining and we were in a cloud. Oh, well. There were some spectacular lichens up there. Pink and orange, black and mint and olive...
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