And you can literally walk across to that little island. This bar at Bar Harbor is covered in shells and rocks.
See, that's Greg pushing the stroller and Cate walking next to him. And, so, the seashell hunt began ...
Yes, every one of those shells in that cup came home with us. And then the water returned to cover up the rocks and shells that remained. The next afternoon the low tide repeats, allowing more people to hunt for natural treasures on what is sometimes the ocean floor.
There are more photos on Facebook and many, many more to come. I'm posting about our vacation as I have time. The blog installments are here.
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