Bar Harbor, Maine, is a famous summer tourist attraction for good reason. The convoluted shoreline, coves, beaches, evergreen trees and rocks are the stuff of travel brochures. After about an hour each way, the change in climate and accent is palpable. My wife and I are traveling with friends of 40 years, so it is more than scenery that has my focused anticipation. The weather is severe clear with a gusty wind out of the west. I enter the downwind for 22, bank over the ocean and head for the threshold as a Citation calls a six-mile base leg. At 100 feet we are buffeted by the crosswind gusts, and I am all input until we're in ground effect. The landing is smooth, but the passenger anxiety is easily discerned by the pilot, though it has no appreciable effect on anyone's appetite for lobster. "What happened just before we landed?" they ask.