Chris, Nany, and myself, drove to Maine. We stayed in a cabin near Steuben and nothing else. We ate lots of food. Sometimes we walked around. Then we ate more. Also, there was drinking involved. 

 I want to eat nothing but scallops and lobster bisque for the rest of my life.

We met a kindly chainsaw artist who carved a lot of wood and had an obsession that a conspiracy of carvers were out to get him. He was creepy. He had a concubine. Also, he prefers the term, "sawyer," which means, "one who carves wood." He had several pieces of "art" on display, including a wizard. I did not buy anything. He holds a 90 minute demonstration every night. No one comes. That does not damper his enthusiasm. But it does apparently cut into his personal hygiene and laundry time.

Chris and I saw several moose.

Also, whales.