Ever since our first experiment with AirBnB (where we snagged a New York City...
Agatha Christie beckoned, and I couldn’t resist. Thanks to a cancellation we scored last-minute tickets to a performance of Murder on the Nile, based on Christie’s 1937 novel Death on the Nile (coincidentally one of the few books from home that made the cut for the RV jaunt and has yet to be read), at the Acadia Repertory Theatre.
Every summer the Masonic Hall in Somesville, Maine, is converted into a 148-seat performance venue. The great thing about small theaters (like the outdoor Delacorte in NYC’s Central Park, home to annual Shakespeare productions) is that every seat in the house is pretty much a good one.
The theatre might be described as “low tech” on its website, but the performance was well-acted, the setting atmospheric — a sitting room on a riverboat cruising along the Nile — the glamorous 1930s-style costumes divine, and the drama entertaining. Christie adapted the story for the stage, apparently thinking it best to cut crime-solver extraordinaire Hercule Poirot from the action and change the ending.
Actors at the Acadia Repertory Theatre do double duty, helping out with various tasks, and we recognized the fortune teller, who sold us our tickets; the French maid, who showed us to our seats; and the murderer, who had kindly directed us where to park earlier in the evening.
It isn’t all about hiking and biking in Acadia National Park. It’s also about…popovers. Fortunately for us, our friends Jean and Scott, and their adorable six-year-old daughter, Violet, were on Mount Desert Island the same week we were there. They’ve taken an annual trip to the area for the past 11 years. When they recommended Jordan Pond House for lunch—specifically the popovers—we knew to listen up.
Jordan Pond House has been serving park-goers its popovers, soufflé-like rolls, since the late 1800s. Dining on the lawn has a fun, festive feel and a great view of Jordan Pond and the North and South Bubble Mountains.
The crab cakes with green onion sauce were mouth-watering and the outdoor setting spectacular, but the star of the show was indeed the popovers, served as an appetizer with butter and strawberry jam. And stuffed though we were, we saved room for dessert: another round of popovers.
The destination for our hike was Bubble Rock, a huge boulder precariously perched on a cliff’s edge. I’m told the boulder was deposited here by glaciers during the Pleistocene Epoch. I don’t know what that means, but I think it was a long time ago. In any event, we scrambled up a moderately difficult ascent to where the bubble came to rest and scenic views of Jordan Pond await.