Can We Move Here?

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Remember the toys I bought for our trip?  The GoPro camera was one of them.  I practiced with it.  Read the manual.  Watched the tutorial...

Me trying to turn it on.

Is it on?

I don't think it's on.

Well, there you have it.  Payback for all the times I've made fun of my mother for not understanding technology.  I have about a hundred stills just like that one.  The thing about the GoPro, in my defense, is that you can't see what you're filming until you play it back on a computer or iPhone later.  Just saying.  

Anyway, as you can see from the pix, it is an absolutely gorgeous morning on the Bay of Fundy.  I make bacon and eggs and our carb-loathing daughter makes pancakes for her brothers.  She has one of her Magic Bullet concoctions involving fruit and protein powder that people who claim they like running seem to enjoy.

We bribe Charlie into action by telling him we are going into town for lunch.  We neglect the part about the almost two mile, hilly walk we are taking to get there.  By the halfway point, he is not amused.  He bucks up a little when we get into Eastport, ME.  It's a picturesque little town with a harbor and shops and restaurants.  Because it's low tide and the Bay of Fundy has 30 foot tides, the piers all look absurdly high off the water.  After a quick survey of the waterfront, we head up to lunch.  

These are the smiles of girls who just ordered a lobster salad and a fish taco.

Charlie goes bold with a lobster pizza and french fries.  Peter and Rob copy our orders.  Now it's time for me to have food envy.  The lobster portion on the salad is stingy.  Of course, now that I've been spoiled by 2 pounders, I guess anything is going to seem paltry.  

After lunch, we wander around town, poking in and out of shops filled with nautical paintings and weathervanes.  After briefly considering one for the top of the RV, we decide to head home and pick up some groceries for dinner on the way (yes, I know we just ate, but that's how we do).  Mary and I spy a cafe and our Stabucks deprivation kicks in.  We peel off from the boys but are disappointed to find its hours are 10-2 on Saturdays.  Really?  Don't people go out here?  How do they stay awake? The sign in the window adds insult to injury:  Winner! Best Coffee on the Bay, 2014.  

We meet back up with the boys and, on a whim, decide to sign up for a whale watching trip the next day.  Peter speeds back without us, his teenage patience for family time nearing its end.  It starts to rain, and he ends up stuck outside the locked RV till we get back, but still happier than he would have been with us.  

At the grocery store, a man with no teeth informs the veterans outside, who are collecting money for the VFW, that Mary and I are "eye candy."  They ignore him, but he finds us inside the store and continues his pitch.  I ignore him also.  The last thing we hear is him telling the checker that his wife gets mad when he tells her she's "eye candy."  I think he could probably use some new material.

Dinner is a whole other story which I will continue next time.