I finally had the opportunity to go to the beach on August 8. I went with Rolf (my husband) to Sand Beach on Mount Desert Island for a picnic and to have some fun. That day there were many small yachts and sailboats on the waters of Frenchman Bay. It was a hot sunny day we were in need of some relief from Bangor. We spent a few hours at the beach soaking up the sun and having our picnic lunch.

When I was little, I used to body surf on the waves as they came into the beach. Then I would get out of the water after a few hours of nerve-numbing temperatures, get something to eat and drink, and my favorite thing- laying on my beach towel sprawled out on the sand and let myself tan in the hot summer heat. There were also the times that I would join in building sand castles, or digging really deep holes (about 3-4 feet deep) then crawling in and burying myself up to my neck in sand.

After leaving Sand Beach that day, we proceeded on to Thunderhole. Thunderhole is an inlet in the rocks that was worn away over a long period of time. At the end of the space is a partially enclosed area. When the waters rush into this space, the rocks on the bottom churn about. Air gets trapped in pockets and the water slamming against the backside of this cave-like place causes the water to have the effect of sounding like thunder, thus why it is known as Thunderhole (aka another tourist spot for vacationers from elsewhere). It's a pretty fascinating place for someone who has never been before, whether you are a tourist or someone who has just moved to Maine from another state.

That day, tourists were swarming everywhere. On the beach, the mountains, and in Bar Harbor. Recreation vehicles were lining the street by one of the parks in Bar Harbor, and hundreds of out-of-state cars, trucks, and vans were cluttering the narrower street in this quaint little town which has an exploding population during the tourist season, from May through October.