July 29, 2010 | 1 comment | 353 views
Notes from Bar Harbor, with the Obamas
All we wanted to do was get away. We booked a quiet inn in Bar Harbor, Maine, and planned to take walks in Acadia National Park, eat lobster and take naps. We went alone; we wanted peace and quiet.
After checking in on July 15, we strolled down Main Street, remarking to each other how patriotic the town seemed, with all the red, white and blue bunting. Flags flew from buildings and lamp posts. We’re slow learners, but when I saw the signs that said, “Welcome Mr. President; your lobster bake is on us,” I knew our weekend plans had changed. The Obamas flew into town the day after, and life changed for this summer haven on the northeast coast of Maine.
Normally reticent downeasters caught Obamamania, and it went viral. We have a great Secret Service, but every bus boy knew the First Family was staying at the Holiday Inn Regency down the block from us. As we walked down Main Street, everybody, and I mean everybody, was talking about the president and who saw him and where. People were alerting one another by cell phone to sightings of the motorcade, the family and the First Dog.
Those Obamas zoomed, let me tell you. They went right from the airport to Acadia, where they biked for two hours, then went hiking, then went back to their hotel.
Two is a very big presence in Southeast Harbor. We stopped just in time to stand with a few cheering bystanders as the president’s motorcade drove by. He was in the second car, smiling and waving through the window. But my eyes were on the car just behind his, with Secret Service agents crouched inside. They scanned the crowd as people just applauded and smiled. It was a moment of pure Americana.
Like him or not, support his policies or not, everyone I encountered seemed happy to welcome the Obamas and pleased with the burst of national attention.