250th post

     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.