Acadia National Park. I remember looking at pictures, thinking this particular park was forever out of reach, since it's in Maine. But then, one year, the annual barbershop competition was in Philadelphia. Since we drove, George suggested that afterward we drive up the coast, as far as Acadia. This was a dream come true. Near this particular spot we talked with a naturalist, someone who grew up in the vicinity. It was fascinating listening to his dialect. He referred to Bar Harbor as Bah Hahbah (more or less).
So now I wonder...is "bah humbug" actually "bar humbug"?
Yeah. I know. I'm tired and punchy.