Glutony en mass

Walking along the cool shores this morning a seagull was picking up sea urchins flying about 5 meters above and then dropping them on driftwood to open them. A hammer man, a hammer. I was excited beyond words when we came upon a shop with live lobster stirring in their tanks. The owner was attending to several ladies when I spotted my victim. She began telling me how to cook him, "Salt the water heavily, then cook for 30 minutes, but not more or it will be overdone. Make sure he is alive when you cook him." I knew we had another 35 minutes to reach the campsite, and then we wanted to go hiking, our priorities could be mixed? Once at our site we filled a bucket and plunged Jean Claude Homard into the pale and took off. We hadn't expected to hike for three hours prior to returning. Jean Claude Homard, Hal's nickname for him, looked a little green. His eyes weren't meeting mine for a duel as they had when I bought him.
We thought about what tomorrow might bring, doubled over on the grass puking Jean Claude out. We couldn't resist, boiled him up real  good. I couldn't recall how my father had cut them up when we were kids, so out came the hammer, just for the front claws, we aren't completely barbaric. Those suckers are tough, down on the grass so as not to disturb the neighbors. Giggling ourselves and passing the hammer from one to the other while Jean Claude jumped around from the shock of it all.
Heating up buttery margarine never tasted so damn good, every morsel was savored, slowly, not so much, we even licked our fingers. If the seagulls can eat, tiny crabs, muscles, sea urchins and fish why not us.

A breath...

It felt breathtaking to reach Mt. St. Alban yesterday even if our photos are all in the clouds. Sensing my heart pounding and sweating in the late afternoon humidity brought some forgotten mountain soul back into our legs and minds. We did a tour of a small mountain that brought us down to the sea on the far side, where we met a hilarious France man. After some pleasantries, matters got underway. "Are you going to visit other provinces in Canada with your family."
"Mon dieu, non, je peur."
Hard to imagine a grey haired man 6'5" looking like Jonah Lomu feeling intimidated.
He was too scared to visit the rest of Canada with his family because they didn't speak English...Hal laughed and they commiserated together before we climbed the back of the ridge and home.

The nightly amphitheatre was humours to say the least. The focus is for the kids, and last nights the topics was bears. The guide's slide show was a dialogue between he and a bear. I did learn something new about black bears, they will sometimes eat bull calves in the spring that are one months old for nourishment, after that time the calves are too fast. So watch your young. Their sensory organs are good, so much so I brought the bear spray into the tent that night because our clothes smelled like lobster. Hal truly enjoyed the presentation in French, translated by me, not to be repeated day 2.