Loon call!

We are so back. The trip was, in large part, a success. Highlights:

Train ride from NYC up to Portland. Note our legitimacy. It was but fleeting.


Then Frankie picked us up from the station, and we headed to camp.


Drinking commenced, and, in typical fashion, was the only constant all weekend. Molson and Canadian Mist - just like the natives do it.


The next order of business was to hit the ice and set the traps.



And we wait. Cards, booze, and sardines.

But did we catch anything, and what was the final outcome of the trip? Tune in tomorrow night to find out, mostly because this takes forever to do, and I am up way past my bedtime. Buenas noches.