Another day, another adventure. Packing lighter and lighter each day, off I went on a ride to somewhere. Heading to the Schoodic Peninsula, also part of Acadia National Park, and recommended to me by a few of the locals I met at the restaurant where I ate dinner the other night, I couldn't wait. Described to me as a bit more rugged and less traveled was enough for me, so off I went.
It was spectacular! While the day began at 37 degrees, it warmed up to a sunny, breezy 66 which meant keep the wind breaker on. The rugged coastline can be seen just about anywhere you are, however, the ranger at the Visitor's Center suggested that I get to the tip of the peninsula before high tide...just in case the waves are rough.
Arriving about a half hour before high tide, I was more than occupied with the scenery and the waves crashing onto the rocky shoreline.
The nooks and crannies filled with water and plant life waiting to be re-filled by the beautiful dark blue waters.
For some reason, I began focusing on the group of Gulls perched on a cliff. As high tide approached, more Gulls arrived to join the group. A cluster of ducks bobbed in the water below and I wondered if they are ever threatened by anything that lives beneath the cold water.
Waves continuing to slash noisily creating beautiful white foam on the dark blue waters.
Wait, did I just see a head disappear into that dark water?
Minutes passed and my eyes remained fixed on the area below those Gulls.
There it was...the head!
It wasn't a buoy and it sure wasn't a duck!!
Holy moosepoops...it's a SEAL!!!
just seeing, saying, and sharing...
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