Today's theme was Moose in the Marsh (MiM).
We departed Portland for north. Keith had the good idea to see most, if not it felt like all, of Maine's 2000 miles of coastline. When we started the day were nearly halfway, by mileage, to our final destination. However, Keith's plan will not disappoint and we will spend most of the waking hours in Maine...yes still.in.Maine.
Bruce elects to spend the day looking for a MiM. The only issue that despite all his good effort for Moose, all we manage to find is a dead porcupine, and two very big beavers also dead. Nary a moose to be had. As usual, the food on this escapade has been second to none. Seafood extraordinaire. Lobster, crab, and scallops--oh my.
The hot dog bet.
On our last adventure, I was reading a restaurant menu deep in the heart of Quebec. It probably comes as no surprise that the menu is in French only. For some reason, yet to be understood, the only item in English is 'Hot Dog'. Our French interpreter, Keith, quipped we were saying it wrong. The correct pronunciation is "Hoot Doog".
Since we were again north of the border, it seems all but fitting to make all bets in 'hot dogs'. For the life of me I can't figure out why Keith. would have installed peg packers for gas. Surely, I recall that he didn't have them on in May (when gas was a concern).
The bet: If I win, Keith buys Bruce and I a hot dog. If he wins, I buy Keith 2 hot dogs. You may notice in this arrangement that Bruce wins regardless.
We departed Portland for north. Keith had the good idea to see most, if not it felt like all, of Maine's 2000 miles of coastline. When we started the day were nearly halfway, by mileage, to our final destination. However, Keith's plan will not disappoint and we will spend most of the waking hours in Maine...yes still.in.Maine.
Bruce elects to spend the day looking for a MiM. The only issue that despite all his good effort for Moose, all we manage to find is a dead porcupine, and two very big beavers also dead. Nary a moose to be had. As usual, the food on this escapade has been second to none. Seafood extraordinaire. Lobster, crab, and scallops--oh my.
The hot dog bet.
On our last adventure, I was reading a restaurant menu deep in the heart of Quebec. It probably comes as no surprise that the menu is in French only. For some reason, yet to be understood, the only item in English is 'Hot Dog'. Our French interpreter, Keith, quipped we were saying it wrong. The correct pronunciation is "Hoot Doog".
Since we were again north of the border, it seems all but fitting to make all bets in 'hot dogs'. For the life of me I can't figure out why Keith. would have installed peg packers for gas. Surely, I recall that he didn't have them on in May (when gas was a concern).
The bet: If I win, Keith buys Bruce and I a hot dog. If he wins, I buy Keith 2 hot dogs. You may notice in this arrangement that Bruce wins regardless.
Somehow the water up this way doesn't have the putrid brown Maryland color. We must be headed the right way!
Apparently the 3 photogs need to be calibrated. We missed the store for the 45th parallel, and the 20ft tall sunflower path and the giant hammer, but somehow this modern marvel of tires used for logging intrigued us!
Really Keith, I can't believe we are STILL.IN.MAINE!
Penobscot Narrows Bridge
More lobster rolls for lunch. Can't get anywhere without tripping over those 'Mudbugs'
All the talk about fresh water reserves and global warming, and nobody ever mentions the poor ocean which is evaporating
Fresh, unspoilt water
The only guy that I know that gets more information from the border crossing agent than he gives. Somehow, he gets an invite for lunch!
Blaster's first official stop. Bliss!
