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.