Make sure you read Part 1 of My Vacation to Maine before continuing here.
In my last post, you saw that I caught a lobster. I was thrilled at the prospect of catching one, but when I actually came face to face with the creature, I was a bit disturbed by how ugly and bug-like it looked. I may eat ants now and then, but bugs typically turn me off – especially of this size.
So that night Dad cooked me up the lobster and placed me at the head of the table with a napkin tucked into my collar. His words to me were, “bon appetit”.
Although, I can’t say my appetite was any good. I couldn’t even look at the thing.
It was only after a deep gulp of dreaded anticipation with ears back that I was actually able to try it. I ate the first piece fine. Then Dad gave me a second piece, and that time I dropped it. Nope. Not for me.
So that’s my conclusion. I like lobstering, but not eating them. So, I’m in it for the sport, that’s it.
The next day we even went on an organized tour and lobstering excursion. That was fun, but I’m not sure how the other people on the boat felt about my uncontainable and over-the-top excitement.
We were then off to do more activities in the Acadia Park. Supposedly when you go to Acadia Park, you’re supposed to try the famous baked ‘popovers’ from The Jordan Pond House. So, that’s what we did.
They were pretty good. You can really taste the ‘egg’ in them, which I like.
Later that day we were headed to Sand Beach to soak up some rays. I was insulted when I saw the sign that said ‘no dogs’ at the entrance – with a park ranger standing right next to it! I told myself that this just wasn’t right, so I marched up to the ranger and told him who I was. I told him that my presence today would iconify this beach for years to come and would help to bring even more people to its sandy shores. I even suggested that instead of having a ‘no dog’ sign, they have one that says, ‘Crusoe the Celebrity Dachshund was here’.
He understood, but still said “no”, saying they were short-staffed on lifeguards that day but if I could help them out he would let me on the beach. Luckily, I am an expert swimmer (as I am in many other areas), and so I offered my lifeguarding skills for a couple of hours. It was well worth it to be able to chill out on that beautiful beach. Besides, I wasn’t really looking for distressed swimmers – I was just looking for the hottest babes, and that lifeguard tower was the perfect lookout point.
They then put me on beach patrol with my own branded surfboard. They said I could keep it if I wanted, but unfortunately we didn’t have room in the car for it.
So after all that hard work of babe-watching, it was time to relax a little.
It was so hot on the beach that Mum and Dad thought I might like to be buried. At first I was like, “what the heck are you guys doing?” when they had stuck me in a hole and started shoveling sand on me. But once they finished, my eyes lowered in pure, blissful comfort. Being buried in the sand kept me cool and shaded from the harsh sun, but still left my face uncovered to soak in the heat. It was so comfortable I immediately put my head down for a (short) nap!
I say ‘short’ nap because I didn’t want to waste much time sleeping when I could be looking for chicks. Although, the only downside of this beach was that again – it’s dog-unfriendly, so there weren’t many lady-dogs to look at. It wasn’t a problem for Dad though..
Supposedly UV-damage to dogs is a real thing, so Mum recommended I wear her sunglasses. They aren’t exactly the most ‘manly’ things, but then again, I didn’t have much of an alternative being stuck in the sand like that.
I could have stayed there all day, but after a while we just had to go. It wasn’t any trouble getting out of the sand though, as I was barely an inch covered. It was just that I didn’t want to leave..
I’d say the beach life is for me. As I had originally considered in my possible vacation destinations, I think Virginia might be might next hotspot.
I don’t even want to think about leaving here this Saturday. I don’t see why we can’t just stay on vacation all the time. This is much better than the city. Anyway, maybe I’ll devise some sort of plan to stay here – we’ll see. In any case, stay tuned for my third and final part to my Maine Vacation this weekend.