Big Stone Mountain Camping

I’m finally getting around to going through pictures that I found on my old digital camera from our North Carolina trip many years ago.  This was after we fled the Outerbanks and stayed the night in a hotel.

Stream at Big Stone Mountain, North Carolina

We found this campground and set up shop for the remainder of the week.  There was a stream not too far away that we found, with water up to my knees.  At a shallower point of the river, we set up a couple camp chairs in the water.  We spent one day there alone.  Diesel was just a few months old and didn’t much like the water.  But he was okay perching on. Anything out of the way.

Stream at Big Stone Mountain, North Carolina
Nowadays, this little mongrel is the best swimmer of all of them.  So much so that Rylee tries to “ride” him in the water….

Mr. Bear on the other hand, had finally learned to swim on this trip.  How did we manage it?  Apparently all it takes is tossing his favorite Frisbee into the water and letting it sink.  That was enough for him to be alright with getting his head wet, and after that, swimming after it so it wouldn’t sink again came naturally.

Stream at Big Stone Mountain, North Carolina
A boy and his toy….

The other thing that I remember about this campground that we stayed at, was all the deer.  Growing up in Maine I’ve seen my fair share.  However, not any so docile and brave as these.  They were completely unafraid of people, and would just hang out feet from our camp site.  Diesel wasn’t a big fan; his puppy-growl was quite fierce.
Five or so years later, and this was still one of my favorite trips to take with the boy.  We didn’t kill each other on a deserted island.  Or when my dog squeaked incessantly whenever I would go out of sight.

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Downeast Maine in the Summer

Things to do and Places to Visit in and around Machias, Maine

I realized Friday when I did my impromptu 5 on Friday post.  That, while I talk frequently of Maine and my childhood.  I haven’t really done it justice.  I think a lot of that is because even when I go home nowadays, I don’t think of it like an “out-of-towner” might.  But tourist season is starting up in Downeast Maine, and what better way to learn about the area, than from someone with deep roots in the area?!

Every time we go to Maine, we stay at a camp on the water.  We use Hearts of Maine to book the stay, though it usually winds up that my Mom knows the owners.  This is pretty handy when you lock yourself out of the place at 3am and need to call the owners.  It usually runs us about $750 to stay for one full week.  It’s cheaper than any hotel room, and you have a complete kitchen, living room, and bathroom.  Also, the majority of them are lakefront- and you can swim in the lakes without the fear of gators and water moccasins.

Camps on Bog Lake, Northfield, Maine
The pups can swim daily

The food in the area is second to none.  Helen’s Restaurant and the Blue Bird Ranch are two of the best (and, kind of, only) sit down places in town.  Or course, you could drive over to Cutler and get live lobster, fresh off the docks.  Some camps come with big pots to boil them in.

Maine is an outdoor paradise.  From Machias, you’re within driving distance of a number of state parks.  We spent one day geocaching at Cobscook Bay State park.

Overlook at Cobscook Bay State Park

Acadia National Park is only an hour and a half away as well.  You could spend a week alone there.  We drove up for day and did a driving tour.  We also had a State Representative as our tour guide of Cadillac Mountain.

Cadillac Mountain, Acadia National Park Bar Harbor, ME

Maine’s coast is different from the coast of … anywhere… it’s mainly rock and there isn’t much beach front.  I hadn’t been to Jasper’s Beach since I was in grade school.  The beach is entirely rocks- I would recommend sneakers instead of barefoot or flip flops- you definitely sink into the rocks as you go.  Also make a stop at Fort O’Brien Historic Site along the way.

Jasper's Beach and Fort O'Brien State Historic Site in Machiasport, ME

Canada is only a hop-skip-and-a-jump.  You can get to Campobello Island via ferry in Eastport, or drive across the bridge in Lubec.  Visit East Quoddy Lighthouse and Franklin D. Roosevelt’s summer cottage.

Roosevelt Cottage on Campobello Island, New Brunswick Canada

Lubec is the Easternmost town in the country, with West Quoddy Head being the most eastern point.  Quoddy Head State Park has a number of hiking trails- and a lighthouse.
West Quoddy Head Lighthouse and State Park in Lubec, Maine

A lot of folks that go to Maine, get to Portland and stop.  Understandably so, as there’s more “normal” things to do- shopping and sightseeing.  Downeast Maine is speckled with history and nature, and really is the epitome of “Vacationland.”  Like what I did there?

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