After dropping Hannah off at camp, we were famished. We decided to stop in at one of Michael Perry's favorite restaurants, The Pickled Trout--now called Larabee's Lodge (see note on 5/23/05). The food was good, but the view was even better. This was our dinner table view. --not a whole lot to complain about. (You know . . . it's reminiscent of boating near my in-law's house on Long Lake . . . oh, well. I guess we'll go to Florida now--although the sights won't be nearly the same.)