I’ve mentioned before that my husband gets bored when he doesn’t have anything to do. The heat wave we’ve been experiencing made it impossible to do outside chores and he already painted the living room a lovely shade of ivory.
He asked me if I’d like to take a ride to Maine for fresh lobster. Since it’s difficult to write with him pacing through the house I agreed a lobster dinner would be terrific. The trip is about four hours from where we live in Connecticut.
I assumed a drive up and back along one of the scenic routes.
Whoops. While I packed my laptop, he loaded the truck camper on our Dodge Ram. He mentioned casually that I should take a change of clothes. Thankfully I interpreted that to mean three days.
Off we went. Then he says he reserved a campsite. Okay. I sit back to enjoy the ride. For some reason the traffic pastBoston and Cape Cod was light. The roadwork that seems a constant repair, slowed us for very little time.
We set up in the campground and headed out for dinner. I had this picture in my head of lobster.
There are lobster places all over. Lobster rolls, lobster bisque, mac and cheese with lobster on signs galore.
Here is the big but. These are your usual tourist eateries geared to handling the summer crowd. You walk in, stand in line, order over the counter, pay and wait for your tray. You take it inside in the AC or out on a patio, usually overlooking the water. I’m ready.
My husband wants a restaurant. A sit-down, waiter, table with tablecloth restaurant.
He didn’t find one. Not on the first cruise through town. Not in the second town.
I’m hungry, but I know better than to ask when we’ll eat.
He’s on a quest.
He doesn’t want to eat outside in the heat. He wants what he wants. I don’t care. I just want lobster.
Today we’re stopping at a lobster pound, getting them steamed, grabbing side-dishes from the supermarket and eating at the campground.
To keep me happy. He drove to the oldest lighthouse in Maine.
Beautiful park maintained by volunteers from town.
I’m glad we went. I got two thousand words done on my WIP and lobster.
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Sounds like a lovely adventure, Barb. Sometimes the spontaneous vacations are the best!
I envy you. Love that part of the country and lobster.
He's taken me on many a trip that is different. And wonderful
I've found so many lovely corners all over the USA. I wish I had a hundred years to visit them all agaon.
What a fun, spur-of-the-moment trip! I love lobster and the photos are great.
LOVED your pictures, Barbara. Oh, I wish I were in a place I could find good, tender lobster. Out here in on the left coast, the lobster is rubbery and tasteless (even with oodles of butter). Once, long ago, I had a perfect lobster, but the memory is fading. The age of the lobster and the way it's cooked, matter, I understand. My search continues. (You know, don't you, that lobster used to be the poor man's food? Funny!)
Barb, we must be married to twins. Mine often says "Let's go for a ride" and he drives along back roads of fields and fields and more fields. Wish I could read or write in the car. Sit down restaurants are a must. No grab & go. Your pictures are great. So glad for you that you got so much writing done.
What stunning photos! Sounds like you know your husband pretty well and made the most of his quest. :-)
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