FFORTY-FOUR A POUND!!!

     "Yep..., pure lobster meat is $44 a pound; crab meat, $55."

     "Gemme a hamburger steak and fries,"

     "You get another side."

     "Don't want another side. Double-up  on the fries."

     The waitress rolled her eyes and moved from the Harley, hamburger steak dude to us and we ordered lobster dinners and beers.  The dinners were $23, each dinner, and came with clams,  mussels, and an ear of corn.  Ate outside. Nice breeze, cool, clean air breeze, cold beer, and great food  ----apart from the fact that they'd put rubber bands on the poor little red bugger's claws and boiled him alive in a steaming caldrun not far from our table.

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     Gems from an Arcadia nature museum:  a Raccoon is a Procyon lotor; a Red Fox, a Vulpes Vulpes

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     Sewer pump alarm switch problem here at Lamone St. Pk. Twelve midnight and the alarm fires off. Sounds like the prison- break alarm at Attica Penitentiary. Fellow in another trailer said he had flashbacks to Nam---expected to hear "Incoming...Incoming!!"

     It seems that the pump and switch are antique; and the service rep "had to go backto the office and do some research." That was a week ago. The seasnal volunteer is telling me this the next day. A rather glib fellow who looked like Robert Duval, the volunteer says, "Yeah..., the switch ain't the half of it.  The mower is the only thing that's working." About this time a 50ish woman with platinum blond,big hair storms up and says,"Exc-u-u-u-se me. The doornob on Womans' Shower #2 needs some spray---some of that WD 4-44, or whatever you call it. It stuck and I had a panic attack."  She storms off with the same gait as upon arrival.

     The volunteer renders a prolonged, deep sigh and says, "See what I mean? Just how much do they expect from a volunteer?"

     "How 'bout a cold beer," I say.

     "Can't. Gotta go turn on the sewer pump switch. It's on manual, now. Somebody's gotta do it every 4 hours or we'd all be up to our waists in sewage. Like I say, just how much to they expect from a volunteer?"

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    Ann and I looked at each other over breakfast. It was that look you get when it's time to go home. It's a subliminal thing.....a feeling You know it's time to return to the nest. We've thoroughly "done" Arcadia National Park. I reckon the next batch of pictures will speak for themselves..... 

     Later........