Point of Entry -- I-95 near Portsmouth
It was in Maine that my kids discovered that they liked Chinese food. Not lobster, mind you, not sea food, but Chinese food.
On the first evening we were in Maine we strolled the streets of Bar Harbor, seeing the sites as we wound down from our travels and looked for a place to eat. The menu of a Chinese restaurant caught our eyes. My wife and I immediately scrolled through it looking for "American Fare" for our kids so as not to start the vacation with over-dramatized facial contortions of pain and disgust. The kids, however, set aside their normal response to this particular ethnic cuisine and announced a different plan.
"We want Chinese food tonight!" was their mutual exclamation. And by the end of the meal they both wanted to come back the next night, too.
In between we climbed mountains (Cadillac by car, Bubble by foot), sailed along the coast, hiked wooded and coastal trails, and otherwise thoroughly enjoyed Acadia National Park.
We were surprised with the hotel's delightfully warm outdoor pool despite the chilly, damp air. The kids were equally surprised at how icy cold the sea water was on the beach at sunset.
And though we didn't go back for Chinese food the next night, we did indulge in it one more time before leaving Maine for Canada.
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