For my 250th post I probably should be documenting some momentous event or memorable pictures. Alas, you will have to settle for Joey's Oyster Bar, a pleasant informal oyster bar just a couple of miles west of our campsite. The place is open from 4 to 9 because Joey is on the water for the first half of the day. The second picture is titled in my files, "Breakfast of Champions". He didn't bring me a tray on ice of a dozen. Rather, he shucked 'em, set them on the tray and I ate them at a slightly slower rate than he shucked 'em. I said, "I hope you're counting because I lost count." There were somewhere north of two dozen fresh, clean, salty oysters and two bottles of Yuengling for $19.70. There was no little serving fork. You simply poured them out of the shell into your mouth...outstanding. By the way, he did confirm the possibility of a loon sighting.
Tonight we are going up to the club house for the weekly pot luck supper. Durelle has made her old standby, rice pilaf.