Maine is known for many things, a wonderful costal landscape, the first sunrise of the day in the US, and of course, the lobster.  While there on a recent trip, I accompanied a lobster fisherman as he went out into Frenchman Bay to check on his traps. We sped around to his different bouys, the coastal winds chilling us, taking in the breathtaking landscapes. It was late in the season so the harvest wasn’t large, but we caught a few. The journey of it all, seeing where it had come from, made the lobster roll that evening all the more enjoyable.