Maine, as far as I can tell, is full of irony.

Take, for example, items from the menu from yesterday's breakfast/lunch:

That's right, items on the menu are served all day, but not after 11am.

On today's walk, we passed Sea View Cemetery:

Look carefully in that picture. Do you see any sea in view of the cemetery?

No?

Neither did I.

So, yeah, Maine loves her irony.

I swear, there are more lilacs here than any person could (would!) possibly want to sniff, and that statement includes my mom.

At dinner tonight, we sat at the bar. The barkeep seemed a bit frazzled, and poured Kris a bit more than the shot he ordered. It was the equivalent of maybe three or four shots.

Kris and I walked out to the lighthouse to get in my 10000 steps today. We walked out the front gate of the resort, down the street, turned left and walked down the long street to the lighthouse, only to realize the lighthouse backs up to the bay side of the resort and the direct path was about 1/10 as long.

Whoops.

Out along the breakwater, the walk to the lighthouse is 4300 ft long. The granite blocks are fun to walk along, and the distance very misleading.

It was a good walk. Managed 14000 steps instead.

There's a golf course at the resort we're staying at. The last golf course I've been on, I was sledding down the giant hill at Forest Park in wintertime. Not really a golfy sort of thing to be doing.

Today, however, I decided, yeah, I'll walk out onto the golf course, partly because I don't think I'm supposed to walk out onto the course, and especially not onto the green. Kris asked if anyone was coming, and freaked a little bit when I looked, then said, yes.

Still, sorta fun in an itty-bitty-tiny-little illicit way.