The two of us, sitting on the deck, waiting for our lobsters.
Life is soooo freakin' good! I cried a little inside when this arrived.
The devastation--and satisfaction--was achieved about a half hour later.
Now I am waiting for the fishing charter to start. We will be fishing for mackerel. We are allowed to keep what we catch, but we won't be home for about a week, so I can't imagine they will keep on ice that long. I will practice catch-and-release, and still have a lot of fun.
Tomorrow's activities: Whale watching in the morning. Lobster rolls at the Portland Lobster Company for lunch. Fireworks in the evening, either on board a boat or ashore, following another lobster dinner, of course.
Are you thinking that I am focusing on lobster too much? I'm in Maine! I don't want to eat burgers, or chicken or pork or veggies while I'm here. But will it get boring?
Not a chance.