A few weekends ago, a couple of friends and I took a trip up to Acadia National Park in Maine. One of my most memorable moments of the trip was exploring Jordan Pond.
The pond was formed from a melted ice sheet back in the last glacial period, and it's well known for its clear and uncontaminated water. There was a 3.2 mile trail circulating the pond and we decided to walk it, even though the day was getting late. We trekked down the laid wooden planks that make up the trail, taking photos along the way, and wound up at a beach at the far end of the pond.
Throughout the day we've seen many fellow visitors at Acadia, but for some reason when we arrived at this beach, there was no sign of other people. At that point in time, the pond felt like an oasis. The sun was setting, the air was crisp, and all I heard was the faint lapping of water (and our cameras clicking away). Such bliss and serenity.
The water was so clear and still, it was a good chance to capture reflections. My buddy Jay (with his semi-waterproof boots) braved the water and balanced on a rock while we took a million and a half photos.
Once we were satisfied with our photos, we headed to the trail and trekked back. The night was upon us and our stomachs were growling. All I can remember during the 1.5 mile walk back was how great the trip's been so far, and how hungry I was. When we got to the car we drove straight to a dive bar for some well deserved wings and beer.