Maine

Bass Harbour lighthouse on the coast of Maine.

Contemplation of all things good - at sunset.

The floats .....

..... the traps .....

..... the catch !  No we didn't catch them ourselves - but we did eat them. We shared 3 fresh lobster back at the campground with butter melted on the reliable Whisperlite stove.

The two claws on a lobster are functionally distinct. One is thicker and stronger for clamping or crushing it's prey - the other is slimmer and sharper for cutting - I find this fascinating.

A wharf at the campground where we swam in the mornings - not quite as warm as Miami Beach.