Kissing It Better: The Healing Powers of Bar Harbor’s Balance Rock Inn, Maine
The Atlantic Ocean off Bar Harbor, Maine, was 47 degrees, even at the end of August. My leg, submerged in the chill swirl, was almost numb, which was good since I had a sore knee and was desperately looking for relief. I was clinging to the edge of a “glacial erratic” — a two-ton boulder…
