Except for a drive to buy clam rolls for lunch, this was the day we planned to stick around camp and relax. As was the case each morning, it was cold enough to make a two-log fire in the wood stove. And on this morning it was raining, too. But as I recall it rained only in the morning. As you can see in the images below (which are in chronological order) things brightened up in the afternoon. and we had a beautiful late afternoon blue sky.
Yummmm. Clam rolls and tartar sauce.
Mussels off the rocks. Talk about FRESH.
Captain Paul's lobster pot buoys
The Hudsons, from Atlanta.
Captain Paul and his son, Nate, rowing out to the lobster boat.
One of my favorite pictures. Very simple. Taken at 6:30 pm the golden light on the lobster boat adds some softness to an already tranquil scene.
Dinner of steamed mussels... and then there were more steamed mussels. A bet we ate several pounds each. (That would be weighed with the shells on!)