Oh! I'm so glad we spent the afternoon at the Schoodic Peninsula. There were large ocean swells and crashing waves. We stayed back from the edge, walking on the big rocks, standing and watching as the waves came in. Some were relatively quiet, some rolled and crashed and created a very big splash. It was pure magic!
Later we stopped at a beach that was made up of rounded rocks. We stood there for a while too, listening to the rocks rolling in the waves.
These words from a sign in the park are interesting, aren't they?
Ancient ice and powerful waves worked for eons to round the cobbles that grace Acadia's beaches. Glaciers carried many of them great distances to this spot. Now the sea endlessly tumbles them with local rock creating an ever-changing mosaic of colors and textures.
at the tip of the Schoodic Peninsula