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Biking Acadia Sargent Mountain Loop
One of my favorite carriage road bike trips in Acadia is the Sargent Mountain Loop. There are numerous ways to access this loop, my personal favorite is to start at the parking lot at the carriage house just up the hill from Northeast Harbor on the right – to me there is a little more downhill going this way around the loop, and the uphill portion is shorter but more strenuous. Either way involves a fair amount of biking uphill. It is also worth your while if you have the time and the energy to stop at one of the many trails you’ll pass leading up to the summit. There is a small pond up there that is a great place to take a quick swim ( watch out for the leeches) and interestingly you will be swimming in what is likely the first pond in Maine that existed as the glaciers retreated during the ice age; Sargent Mountain Pond first pond in Maine.
Secrets of Acadia Little Long Pond
Everyone that fishes has a secret spot where they go to fish. A spot that they found on their own, or through a family member, that belongs to them and where nobody else goes. Mine lies in the heart of Acadia National Park. It was found by my Grandfather who showed my Dad how to get there, and when I was old enough to go Dad took me. It is also a magic spot. I can go there today and bring home a fish for you. It is also magic because my Dad brought me there, and told me to keep it a secret, which I have and still will. The secret spot will never change, as it’s within a National Park. It will be there, as it is now and as I know it now, until the end of time. The spirit at this spot belongs to my family.
Acadia is one of the most visited National Parks, and as of 2007 was logging upwards of 2 million recreational visits per year. With that many people visiting such a relatively small park, you would think that all of its secrets would be uncovered, but despite the multitude of maps and guidebooks, there are still places that few get to visit, or know about. I’ve been visiting, living on, and exploring Mount Desert Island and Acadia National Park for the past 43 years, and I’ve come across and explored some unique spots. While I’m not ready to give out my secret fishing spots in Acadia, I will divulge some of its secret places worth a visit that you may not find on any trail map or guide. Let’s go visit some of them.
Little Long Pond – Seal Harbor
While technically owned by the Rockefellers and not within the boundaries of the park, Little Long Pond in Seal Harbor is on the lists of places to visit and is enjoyed and photographed by thousands each year and although bicycles are not allowed, you can ride your horse, walk your dog off a leash, and enjoy the carriage trails and paths that surround the vicinity. There are 3 beautiful fields there overlooking the pond and a magnificent boathouse. Here are two of its secrets that most people don’t know. From the gate, walk to the carriage road on your left keeping the pond on your right. The carriage road goes over a brook at the edge of the pond before turning to the right and going up in elevation. After you cross the brook look to your right and you will see an obscure path through the woods. This path parallels the carriage road until you come out into the big field across from the boathouse. The path continues across the field and enters the woods close to the water after you cross the field. The trail leads up the side of the pond to Jordan stream, which flows into little long pond from Jordan Pond. With all the people that visit here, you can feel remote on this trail, and I have never seen another soul. Once you get to Jordan Stream, you can take a trail across the stream that leads back to the carriage road that goes along the right side of the pond. You can also continue straight and follow Jordan stream to the cobblestone bridge which is about halfway around the pond via carriage road and return via the left or right.
Another secret spot of little long pond is a bubbling spring. You can find it by going straight at the entrance gate and following the right side of the pond. You will pass the boathouse on your left, followed by the left turn to do the little loop that leads back to the boat house. There is a second field on your left after you walk by the left had turn, and shortly you will come up to a small copse of trees on your left. Follow the slope of the field down to the tree line and you will find nestled at the bottom a bubbling spring. If you don’t see it immediately, walk to your left or right a little – it is tiled with a small brook running out of the top. Alternately you can get there by taking the path described above and going straight over Jordan Stream, taking a right when you come out onto the carriage road and finding the copse of trees on your right before coming to the intersection that will lead you straight to the gate, or taking a right and going to the gate via the boathouse. You can then complete the loop and fishing back at the gate where you started. The whole loop is about 3 miles. The trail is lined in on the map below;
A handful of people a year hit a story on this blog by using the search terms Secrets of Acadia. When I first thought about writing down some of the secrets in Acadia that I have discovered over the years I thought about spending the winter putting them all into book form and either finding a publisher for it, or publishing it myself. I’ve been thinking about it, and I think it makes more sense to publish it here. When you the reader find it here on this obscure blog, it means you really want to know the Secrets of Acadia… you didn’t just think about it because you saw the book on a shelf. And that means something to me, and it is the essence of sharing a secret. I’m sharing it with you, and now it’s our secret. Please guard it well and if this helped you in any way, if you visit and find the experience rewarding, please consider making a small donation below.
The Widow of Mount Desert Island
“Get Down! Quickly! ” she said as a hand on my shoulder gently but forcefully pushed me down behind a rockpile. “The neighbors are coming out the front door” she whispered as we waited. Shortly thereafter we heard a car door shut, engine start, and leave the driveway. The woman, some 50 years my senior stood back up first, and motioned me back up once she knew that the coast was clear. “We certainly don’t need the neighbors to know that we are doing this she said, as we continued on the property line. We were marking the boundaries, with an antiquated map, some boy scout compass skills, and a can of green spray paint. We did it every year as a ritual..taking out the map, compass, and paint..double checking the bearings and markings and repainting the blazes from the year before, as her father had always done, and taught her to do. I find it somewhat comforting to have adopted the same practice myself in Greenbush..annually walking the property line and reflagging what needs to be fixed so that the line is stark and clear for all to see.
When I first became a more permanent fixture in Maine shortly after college, I was hungry for money. Although I was working full time, in the summertime I quickly adopted the Maine way of making some extra money in the summertime, as my grandfather had done, the only difference being he didn’t have the benefit of a check in the winter as I did. During the summer months I was a jack of all trades picking up painting jobs, light carpentry jobs, lawn mowing, clay tennis court maintenance and whatever else came across my path. Jobs usually came along by word of mouth, and I first heard of Mrs Smith* around the summer of ’93 through a close friend. Although that summer was already particularly busy, I was told all she really wanted was someone a few hours a week to do things like mowing and weeding and the like, so I agreed to meet her. At first blush she seemed very nice, particular, and perhaps slightly eccentric, and we agreed that I would be there promptly at 9am on Sundays to do what she wanted. She was a summer resident, and only for several weeks during the summer, and the house was a massive leviathan. I was always intimidated walking to the front door – we never had a plan for what I would be doing, rather I was supposed to come to the front door and wait for her, and she would explain to me what she wanted done upon my arrival. It was always hard outside of such a big house to get her attention to let her know I was there. In fact, the first year I worked for her, I never really saw the inside of the house. Most of my chores were mowing the grass in the center of the circular driveway and endlessly washing the outside of the windows that faced the ocean. She also oddly wanted me to pull the grass that grew through, around, and under the conifers surrounding the property…she would not have it mowed, or cut, or trimmed..it had to be pulled by hand. She always paid me in cash when I left, the bills folded neatly into a square. As time, and summers, went on we began talking more, and she would always mention her husband at least once during my once a week 3 hour schedule. One summer, I finally got a tour of the house and I noticed his name etched on a shipping container for expensive paintings, and I inquired about him to discover that he had passed back in the late 1960′s. At the time I was floored, but maintained my composure – she always spoke of him in the present tense, as if he would be coming through the door from a business trip at any moment. The house was amazing, and huge, and had received lots of maintenance and upkeep, but had not had any renovating since it was built. Huge hearths were there for heating, and the guest “wing” was actually an old servants quarters, and each room had an archaic paging system consisting of a bell that could be rung from the kitchen, or other places in the house, and was still in working condition. In the picture at the top of the post you can see the bell on the upper right that would have been used for general summons. I mentioned to her once that I had been doing a lot of painting, and she hired me on for some paint jobs after she would leave for the summer, even though she had a regular painter..she split the work between us. I painted that servant hallway one fall, and it was just amazing to feel the history of that house envelop you – to hear it’s creaks and groans, and imagine a different time and era of hustling servants, and contracts that required that one would only be fed lobster once a week back before it was considered the delicacy it is today. Over time, we confided in each other more about things, and there were some days where we would just talk for my weekly time. When her daughter came to visit with her fiancee she mentioned that she didn’t think that the suitor liked her very much – when I inquired why she said she had asked him how he intended to provide for her daughter, and we both got a great laugh out of that.
I can’t remember what the reason was now, but one summer I did not return to work for her, and I haven’t been back since then. I heard that she inquired of my parents recently how and what I was doing, so I’m glad to know that she is still coming to the island. The house still sits and stares at the ocean, and I’m sure she still speaks of her husband as if he is simply away for a while, but will be back soon…. some 43 years after he left for the last time. I would say that is true love.
* Smith is a fictitious name to protect the privacy of the person in this story.
Biking Acadia Hadlock Pond Loop
One of the fun things about Acadia National Park is all of the carriage trails available to bicycle on. A favorite of mine is the Upper Hadlock Pond Loop. The are two parking lots that you can start from; one at the top of the hill just outside of Northeast Harbor before you reach Upper Hadlock Pond, and the other at the top of the hill just past Upper Hadlock Pond. The loop essentially connects both parking lots and has a lower road close to the pond, and an upper road along the ridge above the pond. My personal favorite is to start at the one at the top of the hill just outside of Northeast. When you get to the top of the loop, instead of taking the right to head back along the ridge you can take a left and head up Parkman Mountain – there are some great views and when you get to the top, you can turn around and have a great downhill ride back to where you started, passing straight through the intersection this time. The trip takes a hour or less depending on how fast you go – I took a short video coming down the mountain today – at the end of the video you would take a right to head back to your car.
360 view overlooking Somes Sound























