Rest Day 3: Parlee Beach

Our 7:45 am attemp to go see the tidal bore didn't pass wink because some members of our party languished in bed instead. The last of the sluggards emerged to the aroma of sausages and the best french toast Liz has ever had.

Invigorated, we played tourist and visited the local farmer's market, the tourist bureau and the world's largest lobster. And then we saw what just might be the world's largest living lobster, a 19 lb, 75 year old beast, before purchasing our feast.

Perfect conditions welcomed us to Parlee Beach for a swim, sand animals (Sarah) and sleep (me).

While we waited for dinner, everybody beat me at euchre. [the editor wishes to note that it might be more accurate to say that he beat himself, given the number of times he got euchred.]

We all enjoyed our marvellous lobster dinner, and mom did an extra load of laundry to deal with the splatter.

I won the world champion hat for finding the best lobster place in town and losing with such class at euchre.

Charlie
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