The most recent trip report is posted here on Climbing.com. I'm no poet, but I took a shot at writing a poem anyway. Because of the way the text wraps around the photos, it doesn't quite look as I submitted it, but that's OK. I really have no clue if it's any good or not. Here is the beginning to give you an idea:
Upon the passing of Hurricane Earl;
he flew in just before
we drove up to Acadia,
to climb the pink granite.