I miss Acadia National Park. It’s a mere six hours away by car, but my visits are rare. When I’m there, I head for the carriage trails. Wide as roads, quiet, listed on maps but with no individual names, they’re a Rockefeller’s gift to the nation (really). Acadia has its hills and mountains and shoreline, all very beautiful, typical of northern New England. The carriage paths set Acadia apart.

Carriage trail, Acadia National Park