G is for Gulf of Maine

The sunrise on Cadillac Mountain was something to behold. This was a special moment as we were going to get engaged but the moment was somewhat ruined by the other 347 people on the mountain.

Had we expected splendid isolation? No, but we had gone to the trouble of getting out of our freezing tent at 4.30 a.m. We hoped for a bit of alone time.

As we waited for the sun to rise over the sea of clouds blanketing the Gulf of Maine, a fast-talking lady in front of us pulled up her stretch pants. Her bottom protested at such a sudden movement so early. Then she pulled a selfie stick out of her bag. It was going to be a long day.

Don't get me wrong. We are not the romantic types. We get more excited about cheese, tacos, more cheese and, when in Maine, lobster rolls. than mushy lurve stuff.

It's not always easy to find isolation in Acadia National Park. Unfortunately, lots of other people get all misty-eyed at this beautiful landscape of mountains and sea.

We headed to Jordan Pond, another popular visitor trap. Fortunately, the restaurant was yet to open and we found some solitude to do the proposing thing by the clear silver waters.

It wasn't awfully formal. The ring could wait. I put my hand in my pocket and found the gift that keeps giving - a voucher for $5 off tacos in Bar Habor.