Ok, it's not really the Maine event, seeing as it follows four days on heels of Paris. But Rock is never one to let a groan-worthy pun slip by. He had a Kenny Mayne joke lined up too, but there aren't enough Sportscenter fans reading this blog. Because let's face it, if you have Sportscenter you'd most certainly we watching it instead of trawling the web to read about other people having fun.
Echo Base for Memorial Day 2010, a quaint cottage perched on the edge of a serene inlet of the Atlantic in Acadia National Park, Maine.
Step lively men this isn't a pleasure cruise! Err... permission to speak freely sir, I was kinda sure this was supposed to be, like, a holiday?
Half way up Acadia Mountain Trail. Actually this is probably only one eighth of the way up, if you count the hour on the end wandering around lost in the forest.
Whew, keeping up with the Phats is hard work. This whole travel every weekend deal is getting old fast. Although Rock's critics would point out it's most likely something or someone else getting old fast.
Hard to believe it was just five days ago that we were atop the Eiffel Tower on the other side of this big ocean.
Now would be a good time to make a deep and meaningful comment about man's insignificance in the grand scheme of things. Now would also be a good time to raid the granola bar stash while the womenfolk are otherwise occupied.
Looks like prime lobster territory to me.
It sure is! They don't come any fresher than a 2 lb Maine lobster in... well... Maine.
Seems they forget that this is supposed to be the first day of summer up in these parts. Out here things move to their own schedule. Which evidently is different from the schedule in Rock's blackberry.
Day 2 dawns warm and sunny. The perfect day for exploring one of America's most unheralded National Parks.
Not a bad way to kick things off.
Don't forget the last stop for this current was the north pole. It may look refreshing, but it's only one phase change removed from an ice cube.
Scenic. If it was any more awesome they'd call it a patisserie.
Nothing like the great outdoors is there? Except for the great indoors in front of a big ass TV.
Jeepers, this hot rod is so fast she'll blast your pants off.
Carbo loading (hey, sugar is a carb) before today's big excursion.
Skirts secure, ladies? Sir, YES SIR!
Unlike the good folk over at TwoPhat, J00ster knows that waterproof bags are useful for more than keeping salt and vinegar chips dry. Hence our continued ability to offer you these riveting photos.
Capt'n, the for'ard engine ain't going no more.
Full steam ahead! Pshaw, icebergs are what I put in my coke.
There's nothing like being out on the open sea. Except being out on a secluded inlet where you don't have to worry about 20 foot North Atlantic waves.
No wonder the critics are questioning whether the coveted J00ster rating is being devalued. Just because this beach is better than the windswept gravel that passes for a beach in Jersey, that doesn't mean it's Bondi. The sans-bikini count is exactly zero.
The green room. Except without an annoying Ryan Seacrest prancing about.
The Beehive Mountain climb is a mad scramble up a sheer cliff. For the most litigious society in the world, there is a surprising lack of railings. I guess it's hard to sue nature, although not for lack of trying no doubt.
Welcome to the roof of the world. The summit affords spectacular views over the surrounding islands and inlets that make up the park.
Welcome to the roof of the world. No, not the one that the People's Liberation Army is busy sanitizing right now.
Mei's not used to being so tall.
Hey, it's like Peru, only without the dysentery.
Echo Base for Memorial Day 2010, a quaint cottage perched on the edge of a serene inlet of the Atlantic in Acadia National Park, Maine.
Step lively men this isn't a pleasure cruise! Err... permission to speak freely sir, I was kinda sure this was supposed to be, like, a holiday?
Half way up Acadia Mountain Trail. Actually this is probably only one eighth of the way up, if you count the hour on the end wandering around lost in the forest.
Whew, keeping up with the Phats is hard work. This whole travel every weekend deal is getting old fast. Although Rock's critics would point out it's most likely something or someone else getting old fast.
Hard to believe it was just five days ago that we were atop the Eiffel Tower on the other side of this big ocean.
Now would be a good time to make a deep and meaningful comment about man's insignificance in the grand scheme of things. Now would also be a good time to raid the granola bar stash while the womenfolk are otherwise occupied.
Looks like prime lobster territory to me.
It sure is! They don't come any fresher than a 2 lb Maine lobster in... well... Maine.
Seems they forget that this is supposed to be the first day of summer up in these parts. Out here things move to their own schedule. Which evidently is different from the schedule in Rock's blackberry.
Day 2 dawns warm and sunny. The perfect day for exploring one of America's most unheralded National Parks.
Not a bad way to kick things off.
Don't forget the last stop for this current was the north pole. It may look refreshing, but it's only one phase change removed from an ice cube.
Scenic. If it was any more awesome they'd call it a patisserie.
Nothing like the great outdoors is there? Except for the great indoors in front of a big ass TV.
Jeepers, this hot rod is so fast she'll blast your pants off.
Carbo loading (hey, sugar is a carb) before today's big excursion.
Skirts secure, ladies? Sir, YES SIR!
Unlike the good folk over at TwoPhat, J00ster knows that waterproof bags are useful for more than keeping salt and vinegar chips dry. Hence our continued ability to offer you these riveting photos.
Capt'n, the for'ard engine ain't going no more.
Full steam ahead! Pshaw, icebergs are what I put in my coke. 
There's nothing like being out on the open sea. Except being out on a secluded inlet where you don't have to worry about 20 foot North Atlantic waves.
No wonder the critics are questioning whether the coveted J00ster rating is being devalued. Just because this beach is better than the windswept gravel that passes for a beach in Jersey, that doesn't mean it's Bondi. The sans-bikini count is exactly zero.
The green room. Except without an annoying Ryan Seacrest prancing about.
The Beehive Mountain climb is a mad scramble up a sheer cliff. For the most litigious society in the world, there is a surprising lack of railings. I guess it's hard to sue nature, although not for lack of trying no doubt.
Welcome to the roof of the world. The summit affords spectacular views over the surrounding islands and inlets that make up the park.
Welcome to the roof of the world. No, not the one that the People's Liberation Army is busy sanitizing right now.
Mei's not used to being so tall.
Hey, it's like Peru, only without the dysentery.
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