One goal for the day was to cross to Bar Island. This island is actually connected to Bar Harbor during low tide periods. A sand bar is exposed for up to two hours before and after minimum tide. Four hours is ample time to cross, hike to the peak of Bar Island, and return to the mainland without fear of being stranded for ten hours.
Shells abound on the bar. I watched a gull come in for a landing and wondered what it had spotted.
Here's the answer to that question:
At the edge of Bar Island, a lot of people were poking around, exploring, and occasionally adding to the rock cairns.
This pair was impressive.
Next came the hike to the peak. It was very enjoyable, but not particularly photogenic. At the top, though, I found lovely scenes of the harbor and distant islets.
Here's a "secret" spy's eye view of Bar Harbor, with Cadillac Mountain in the background.
Returning to sea level, I made a panorama of the area to show you how the bar connects things, about an hour before it gets covered by the rising tide.
On the return crossing, I focused more on the evanescent landscape of the sand bar.
Walking back to lodgings on the other side of town, I felt a sense of wonder that quite a bit of wild, unspoiled, fascinating nature can be reached on foot from a place as citified as Bar Harbor.
Easing my emotional return to civilization, I looked for odd things to possibly photograph. I found a candidate in a building apparently slated for demolition. To circle back to the cemetery door from two days earlier, here is a door on that building.