This morning we slept, and slept and slept. Sleeping late was pure indulgence for both of us, and we didn’t feel the least bit guilty.
We decided to explore the quiet side of Acadia National Park and Mount Desert Island and headed toward Southwest Harbor. As we drove south from there, I began my search for one of the lobster pounds that I remembered from previous trips.
I found it – Thurston’s Lobster Pound in Bernard, near the tip of the island. We looked at the lobsters swimming in the tanks and then placed our order for crab and lobster rolls. I happen to love crab as much as lobster, and savored every mouthful. Have you noticed that we are placing quite an emphasis on food so far? I don’t think that’s a bad thing.
|Get That Paw Back In the Tank|
|By Law, Maine Lobstermen Are Allowed To Set No More Than 800 Lobster Traps|
|A Foggy Harbor|
On our way back to camp, the rain that had been threatening finally started, and the temperature dropped, but we are snug in the RV.
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