We’re taking a 7-day break here. It’s time to restock, clean up, do maintenance and service stuff, eat lobster, play golf, ride bike, hike, eat some more lobster, tour Acadia NP, kick back and mellow out. Last night we had a lobster dinner at a ‘lobster pound’ 5 miles down the road: mmmm - good! What’s a lobster pound, you ask? Sand! What else?
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Nah, just pulling your leg. Originally, lobster pound referred to a salt water holding tank or enclosure where live lobsters were kept until sold, like dog pound is a holding area for dogs. Usage of the term has evolved and now refers mostly to casual roadside eateries where you walk up to a window to order your food - and eat it outside, although some have indoor seating as well.
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We’re in a nice private campground. It has wifi but it sucks: strong signal, pissant capacity. When you connect to it there’s a caveat: if you use too much broadband width, it will automatically limit your access. We’ve run into this the last few places we’ve camped, must be an east coast thing. Campgrounds have wifi installed so they can advertise it, but it ain’t worth a shit, can’t even log onto the web at times. So, the hell with it: tether up the smart phone.
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Maine is the home of L L Bean, and they have a factory outlet store here. Trish is excited about visiting the store, likes their products a lot.
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