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Rain can't stop fun, it can only dampen it. Part II The Feast
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After taking tons of shitty pictures of waves hitting the rocks in acadia and a few decent ones, I was tired and hungry and ready to drive on to pick up supplies for cooking the ultimate seafood feast.
Maine as you may know is a major fishing ground, if you blow up the picture above of the simple lobster and seafood market, you'll see that the cost per lb for a whole lobster was $4.49. I love lobster , but Maine lobster sounded even better, so I got two, Brad got two, our roadtrip companion got one citing concern for his moderate waistline, and our buddy got two, one for himself, and one for his girlfriend, who ended up not wanting it, bringing our total lobsters to SEVEN!
In the pic you can also see some of the clams we got, I also bought scallops specifically so I could wrap this lovely seafood treat in bacon, as you can see plated here on a lovely Indiana University plate.
We also had a shrimp pasta dish, some special rice my buddy made to accompany the lobster (and everything really).
We drank Buds and had grins on our faces I powered my way through both of my lobsters, including most of the greenish 'tomalley' stuff from inside the main part of the body. I've had lobster before and tried only a nibble before deciding not to touch it. Here with the urging of my buddy, and another park ranger friend of his, I enjoyed this food with all the endurance of a professional eater and all the joy of someone who hadn't been fed good food in his life.
I invented new ways to chow down on everything. Like this lobster claw/leg meat, rice, and tomalley in half the body cavity of the lobster I was eating.
What's that? simply seeing a picture of me holding what I'm about to eat isn't enough? OK here's a video. Brad and the guys provide witty commentary. I just laughed and kept eating.
After this we kept drinking beers, but moved out into the garage to listen to the rain fall and the occasional thunder outside, we opened the garage door at first but closed it a little later cuz it was getting too wet.
We turned on some tunes on portable speakers with an iPod plugged in and listened to tunes. I juggled a bit with the lighted props and made some bad light graffiti, but it still looks cool.
We got to sleep late. Were woken early the next morning and embarked on a great day of adventure. My last day in Acadia...
October 25th, 2009 (My apologies for such a long interlude between my last post and this, I was unsure how to write about this day’s events as I wanted to be thoroughly honest and detailed in my blog. I have decided that the more important aspect is to actually write and detail my journey as best I can remember while I can remember it, even if I leave out a few less than savory details that I do remember) We woke early the next morning, bellies still remembering the feast from the night before. Our merriment was less than appreciated by those in the household who had to attend work in the wee hours of the morning, but we did not let anything stand in our way of enjoying our last day on Mount Desert Island. We ate a hearty breakfast and were out the door and on our way to our days first destination, Champlain Mountain, for the Precipice trail climb. I Pulled over to snap a few pictures before we arrived at our destination, the foot of the steeply sloping trail to the top of the mou
October 27, 2009 Tears welled up in my eyes, as I spoke a single drop of moisture made its way down my face ‘Tricia I don’t know why this is happening.’ My big sister was positive and resolute and she had surely been through similar emotions catching her first flight out of the country. Out of the people I had called while attempting to talk over my shaky feelings about my flight across the Atlantic, I think she was the best equipped person to make me feel better. I had wondered around Grand Central Station trying to find food after my friends left and I felt positive and upbeat that I was on my own and ready to face a new adventure. I made my way to JFK airport to catch my flight. I had already made myself at home in the terminal, sitting next to a power supply so I could type a future blog entry on my laptop. I managed to detail the previous nights drinking before I started to think about my friends and my family that I was leaving behind in the country I had known for my twenty-
Step 1: Start with only one object and both hands in front of you. Throw the object up-and-across your field of vision to the opposite hand. You should look at where the object peaks in the air and be able to adjust your catch based on that peak. Step 2: Repeat step one... about 200-1000 more times. Right-to-left, left-to-right. If you were juggling a glowing orb at night and took a long exposure shot your pattern should eventually look like the infinity symbol. You should be able to easily toss the object from hand-to-hand without having to move your hands around too much. Infinity pattern associated with juggling. Step 3: Now that you have practiced throwing one object from hand-to-hand and you can do it comfortably you may be ready for three. (You can skip two, congratulations!) The first thing you should do is hold two in your dominant hand and one in the other. Throw with your dominant hand first, just like you've been doing. Step 4: OK, your brain is probably pa
plugged in and listened to tunes. I juggled a bit with the lighted props and made some bad light graffiti, but it still looks cool.
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