It was almost too nice a day for Maine.
The Carriage Roads at Acadia are hilly, winding, perfectly-maintained dirt and gravel paths, closed to motor vehicles.
The signposts are works of art. (near Day Mountain)
Along the west side of Bubble Pond
At a Park Loop Road bridge just north of Bubble Pond
Lunch stop at the northeast edge of Eagle Lake. (Orange is so becoming!)
Marlin (politely) says he was happy that we did the extra four miles around Eagle Lake.
Especially on the very hilly western side.
Acadia National Park
Mount Desert Island, Maine
Preventing animal abuse.
I’m home sick in bed, and the cat still has not developed opposable thumbs.
But she did let me sleep until 9 o’clock before demanding to be fed.
How can you say no to that face?
Halloween is Bitchin’.
Haiku for the pumpkin patch a week before Halloween:
Tons of orange gourds
That I’ll stab and make scary.
Oh, there’s llamas, too.
Pumpkins and Marlin’s ghost
Overly mascara’ed llama
Gettin’ high in the park.
Marlon brought his kite and we walked over to the park on a perfect breezy Sunday afternoon.
I’m at the end of the string. The kite’s going nowhere.
Marlon’s the Man! Soaring about 100 feet high.
Dammit. Your train station is better than my train station.
We headed to NYC Sunday and took the train from New Haven to Grand Central Station.
Union Station, main lobby.
Union Station, tunnel to trains.
Grand Central Station, main concourse.
Now these are train stations.
1,2: Union Station, New Haven, CT
3: Grand Central Station, New York City
Every Saturday should be this good.
Made in Lowell sponsored their second annual Craft Beer Walk throughout downtown Lowell Saturday night. Dozens of tasty brews hosted by over 20 shopkeepers enjoyed by hundreds of beer enthusiasts.
Marc is obviously Wilfred. He is clearly not Eeyore.
On Halloween, the neighbors dress-up to give out treats (and drink autumnal beer).
OK, so we drank a lot of autumnal beer.
Gee. The cat missed me.
The day after I got home, the kitty followed me into the back yard, then met our under-the-porch skunk.
Still stinking on the couch.
One and the same person.
The person who ate this entire box:
Acts like this around a chainsaw:
Me & Marc had our Valentine’s Dinner a little early.
Great company, great food, great location.
“It would look better without the dirty dessert plates,” he said.
Ricardo’s Café Trattoria
Downtown Lowell, MA