Blueberry Pancakes and All That

So a camping vacation should be a diet-friendly endeavor, yes? Lots of hiking, simple cooking, and an early bedtime to avoid those late night snacks.

Such were my hopes for our family vacation where we had six straight nights in Acadia National Park on Maine's rugged coast. Cadillac Mountain on Mt. Desert Island provides beautiful vistas when there are no clouds. Clouds being the operative word and what comes with them, rain being the true key.

So I am determined to learn how much it rained while we were in Maine for by any measure short of South Asian monsoon totals, it was a LOT! While the kids being half Danish helped - you just suit'em up in rain clothes and send them outside - we still ended up eating out much more than planned. Don't get me wrong, being stuck with Bar Harbor's lobster heavy restaurant menu isn't exactly hardship duty, it doesn't necessarily facilitate weight loss.

And the blueberries. The ones that go in the pancakes. We made the pilgrimage to Jordan's in Bar Harbor, the best blueberry pancakes I've ever had (the batter is in 3 gallon plastic drums that the cook bear hugs). And if that wasn't enough, there were ample blueberries just down at the end of our campsite. So when the rain did clear and we cooked in camp, it was a short commute to drop in the small but sweet blue nuggets.

This side alley (or more precisely) side trail digression is all prelude to saying that I gained back 3 lbs over the two weeks we were in Maine and visiting friends in Fairfield and Newport. I've lost 1/2 a pound in the first day back but still some making up to do.