Sunday Noon:

As the fog slowly retreated out into the bay, the family of 4 frolicked around the light house like the tourists they were, unaware of the man eating lobster approaching out of the mist...............

Sorry, I guess I should leave the fancy writing to Braxton and Janae.

The lobster approached the odd contraption sensing something was not right. Dinner did not usually present itself in such a gift box. Hunger egged him on. Like a bird to the proverbial worm he edged inside the door. His intuition kicking in too late he tried to back out only to be rudely smacked on the behind by the same door that had so powerfully invited him in.

Okay, my family is telling me to get back to blogging about our day. Sadly we could not go up into the lighthouse so we headed off into the park to find a way down to the beach. The scenery is beautiful. Dylan and I wanted to take little side trails that offered more adventure but Pa (Craig) and Ma (Braxton) kept threatening a good whoopin if we did not stick with them on the "safe" trails.

We finally made it to the beach and proceeded to climb, hurtle, jump, limp and wind our way around. The exploring and climbing out here is amazing. Caution: Do not wear sandles as Craig soon found out. All the rocks that you see us climbing on will be under water at high tide. There are tons of shells and "things" galore to find.

It is amazing what you can do with photography. Sheldon and Erika we are not sure what happened to your camera but you should see our "new" one. We are quite happy with it.

After much climbing, some sore legs, backs and feet, not to mention a sore tush that I will refrain from mentioning to whom it belongs, and we decided to head back to the cabin for more appropriate attire before heading to Campabello Island in Canada.

See ya on Campobello Island. Marcie