DAY TWENTY

My plan today was to unhitch the truck and do some exploring. I already have wood for tonight's campfire and I have my ticket for the big Lobster feast so I can just goof off and enjoy the day.

I did a run into Rockland, about 22miles east of Nobleboro, where the campground is located. I had been told that they had a big Lobsterfest thing going on with parades and such. It was pretty disappointing and I would have been better off just hanging out at the campsite.
I got to thinking that if an alien were to land in New England they would have to assume that these earthlings worshipped the mighty lobster because everywhere you look there's something going on involving lobsters. There are stuffed toy lobsters, giant metal sculptures of lobsters, and every restaurant has lobster something on their menu.
By the time I was back in camp, I saw that the Duck Puddle Crew was preparing the site for the big lobster feast tonight.
They had cut an oil tank in half and they became the cookers. The bottom was lined with fresh seaweed, next they add a layer of corn and potato, then the lobsters, all fresh and very much alive. Next they layer on the clams, a layer of newspaper to hold the moisture and finally more seaweed. Under each "cooker" is some nice dry hardwood which they light and let the steam from the seaweed cook the heavenly mixture.

Now, you may have noticed a pile of old pallets behind the cookers. Tonight this will be lit creating a monster bonfire. Should be interesting.

I watched the creating of our dinner and decided to head back to the trailer as it would be a while before the lobsters were ready. I had my little cocktail hour and rode my bike back to the feast. It's a good thing I didn't wait any longer because when I arrived most people were already on their ice cream dessert.

The lobster was cooked to perfection along with the corn, potato and clams.

After dinner, I went back to my trailer to catch up a bit on my blog and wait for the band to start playing. When I returned a short while later I was blown away by the incredible clouds forming overhead. By now the band was really rocking to some old Beatles tune.

In the foreground is the horseshoe pit and beyond that is the campground office.

This photo was taken down on the Duck Puddle Lake. Simply a gorgeous evening.

It was finally time to light the bonfire and I have to say that I've never been that close to such a huge fire. It was enormous. You could probably see it from outer space.

On a sadder note, many of you have been asking me about Willow. It's now been two weeks since she disappeared and I'm afraid I have lost all hope of her returning. Winston, according to my house sitter, Brenda, seems to be doing just fine although it's times like this that I wish I could talk to him.