Everything is beautiful; in it's own way.
Even the new day at 3:45 a.m. My phone alarm went off, then Ross's phone alarm, an "AHHHOOOOGAH! AHHHOOOOGAH! alarm, across the room where he had the phone charging.
Very effective for him, he has to physically get out of bed and walk across the room to shut off the damn alarm that sounds loud and like a fire alarm, so that it is lucky if the people in rooms either side of us don't get their whole families rushing outside in the drizzling rain, in their underwear.
Ross's leaves on a 92 passenger jet at 5:50 a.m. We need to be there by 4:50 a.m. He needs to double check his packing , get showered and get all 100% ready, so we thought 3:45 a.m. was the right starting time. We tested the time to drive there yesterday. Including parking, about 15 minutes.
Yesterday was a lovely last day in Maine for Ross. First we reintroduced ourselves to the Statue of Paul Bunyan in downtown Bangor, opposite the Casino and close to the Bangor Auditorium.
Paul was happy to see Ross again, he had an ear to ear grin!
Not so much me, Paul frowned and said, "Where the hell have you been?" to me.
After our Paul Bunyan interlude, we headed straight to Timmy Horton's Restaurant to get breakfast. Ross says I was rushing him to get going in the day. Somebody's got to or he would still be in bed at noon and all his days would be shortened to 6 hours of actually doing something interesting. I was up doing my blog , as you blogsters know, at 4:46 a.m. yesterday, whereas Ross woke when I had my post-blog shower at 7:30 and he read the Bangor Daily News in bed for an hour, and eventually we got out of the room after 9 a.m. Hmmmm.
After Timmy's (which is a Canadian Restaurant seemingly invading the environs of Maine, USA, because they are absolutely everywhere. Good sausage, egg, and cheese yeasty biscuit sandwiches!)
We struck out down Route 1A East for Baaa Haahbaah. We passed through the old town of Ellsworth, which has all the stores that Ross craves, a L.L.Bean Outlet Store, a big Micky Marden's Surplus and Salvage, a Walmart, bigger than Ben Hur, A huge Home Depot store and more. I demanded that we pass through without stopping. He resisted and his counter demand was that we had to at least stop at the L.L.Bean Outlet Store on the way back from Bar Harbor.
The Bar Harbor Grand Hotel, where Lee and I stayed one time.
Ross has been trying to see a moose for ever. This was a chocolate one outside The Chocolate Moose Shop.We bought a few moosey things and some cranberry covered blueberries. Go figure.
Me outside the famous Carmen Veranda gift shop. Main Street Bar Harbor.
After shopping quickly and efficiently, including some more sleepwear presents for Little Lee at the Cool As A Moose In Maine Shop, we were forced to cut short our shopping visit to Bar Harbor as time pressed ever onwards.
Back on the road where we had planned to eat lunch at the Trenton Bridge Lobster Pound.
Quite famous, you choose your own live lobster, then it is placed in a netted sack and put in one of four or five huge boilers outside. You can have corn on the cob boiled up with it, or clams or mussels in the shell. We had mussels. I chose one of the larger, 2 pound lobsters, whereas Ross didn't want to get his hands dirty, so he chose a nice lobster sandwich. He helped me with some of the steamed mussels.
Brought my own Lobster Tools. You could rent them if you didn't have your own.
All good. Fantastic lobster. Very large and filling. Ross's sandwich was also large and filling and did look good and not so hard on the hands and he didn't get through 20 napkins like I did.
Ross, getting all his leg hairs scorched but smiling in spite of this, near the six big wood-burning boilers outside the Trenton Bridge Lobster Pound.
The Lobster Pound, did I mention it was quite famous? It was packed out! We found a table but lots of people arrived right after us, including a German Group and a Japanese Group. They filled both the tables inside and the tables outside, there were 20 big picnic tables outside with several port-a-loos.
Selecting the lobster; the lobster guy would do it for you if you were squeemish. The left hand bin held 1 1/4 pound lobsters and the right hand bin held lobsters over 2 pounds. You take them out and they place them in the net bag, THEN they weigh them. Hah!
My lobster, pre-weighing.
The over 2 pound bin.
Everything was great. We love Trenton Bridge Lobster Pound.
Lee, Ross and I came here in 2011.
I'm going to try to convince Dad and Sandy to let me shout them lunch here, but they are reluctant to travel so far. Dad says he hasn't had Lobster since 1948. He is known to tell tall tales, however.
We stopped at L.L.Bean Outlet Store on the way back, as promised.
Ross got yet another plaid shirt. Almost all of his shirts fall into a narrow category.
He did get a lovely Wrangler Cowboy shirt from Mardens Surplus and Salvage, but it was plaid as well, although with pearl snap buttons.
Then we went back to Brewer and spent 45 minutes at the US Post Office where Ross sent home 3 boxes of stuff he couldn't fit into his luggage. Watch out for this Little Lee, it's coming to you at work at Scarborough Street TAFE. Should be there in a week to 10 days they said. Who knows. Look for it around August 7th or August 10th, I reckon.
Then we went back to Dad and Sandy's and we got them Take Away Pizza for dinner. We had a very nice visit, sad at the end because Ross was leaving.
That's Tuesday, July 28th all wrapped up in a present with a bow.
Lance and Ross.
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