Sunday, June 25, 2006

Giant Things of Maine

Sunday, June 25, 2006
4 comments
I know this is the kind of stuff you REALLY want to read here at BOTB.
Heck with the haiku.
Blah-blah-blah on the birding trips.
It's giant things that float your blog-surfing boat.
Don't even TRY to deny it.

Well, here you go...you should be ashamed of yourself.
I met Paul Bunyan in Bangor, though for some reason I thought he was from Minnesota. (foto by Jeff Bouton)

Jeff Bouton met Paul Bunyan, too. Later that night, Jeff sang his heart out at karaoke. I think meeting Paul B really inspired him.

I enjoyed dinner on Thursday nigh at The Angler's Inn, with some jocular folks from Field Guides, plus Jeff Bouton and Jeff Gordon from Leica, and Amy Hooper from WildBird, plus Sharon Stiteler from Eagle Optics. On our way into the restaurant, we were confronted with this creature:

Is it a bear? A raccoon? A pig? This is a seafood restaurant. Is it a manatee?

Outside The Angler's Inn was Maine's most familiar icon, a giant lobster.
This is giant lobster, served alone.

This is giant lobster, with two side dishes.

4 comments:

On June 25, 2006 at 9:37 PM Susan Gets Native said...

I never thought that Maine would have Giant stuff...Maine seems so sedate.
So glad that you actually got there!

On June 26, 2006 at 8:57 AM Rondeau Ric said...

BT3
No jelly belly dances?
Not once but twice you lingered for hours at Detroit.
You could easily have rented a car cleared customs and been at RONDEAU in 2 hours.
A nice meal, casual conversation, a snooze and back in plenty of time to get back for your flight.

And you missed Annes cooking!

You must really like the blue tunnel.

Working on Giant Stuff for you.

On June 26, 2006 at 4:43 PM Anonymous said...

BTIII Are you SURE that Maine Giant Guy isn't a whaler with a harpoon?? Also, they don't call it Northworst Airlines for nothing.

Jack

On June 27, 2006 at 11:44 AM janet said...

Glad you finally got to enjoy Maine.

Regarding the giant Paul Bunyan, there is at least one version of the tall tale that has him born in Bangor and set adrift off the coast of Maine as a baby before he grew up and went west in search of lumber. Bangor used to have a baseball team in the CanAm league called the Bangor Blue Oxes.


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