We’ve now had lobster twice since we’ve been in Maine. We just can’t stay away from the seafood. On Sunday we walked across a sand bar during low tide to get to Bar Island.
We walked along the coast of the tiny island looking for treasures, which consisted of rusted metal objects and broken lobster pots.
Behind me in this picture is the main strip of Bar Harbor.
On our way back on the sand bar, Chris picked some mussels so we could have fresh seafood. It sure beats paying $1.50 a pound!
Okay, so I know it’s really random, but a few days ago a man came into the store and we found out he’s a beehive keeper. Who knew that was even a profession? Anyways, he talked to Chris for an hour and gave him a crash course on traveling across the country with his bees pollinating people’s fields. He’s been in Milbridge, Maine for the past month pollinating massive wild blueberry fields. So naturally, we made the trip up to see Eric and his bees.
We toured the wild blueberry fields in his work truck for over an hour. This entire field is covered in billions of tiny blueberries just recently pollinated.
And man, did we see bees. Each of these stacked boxes holds a beehive and its queen. Eric, with his thick South Carolina accent, talked a mile a minute about the beloved creatures. Did you know that the male bee mates once with his queen and then dies? Yikes.
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Now I know that you really are Maine-iacs. Us Massholes would never talk to beekeepers. Didn't mom ever teach you not to talk to/visit blueberry fields with strangers???
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