October9Thanksgiving Monday

Marg had a few days to visit with her brother, his wife and her nephew, Ian. One of the jobs to be accomplished was the laundry and Marg did a great job. We walked Fraser and Jasmine. The third dog, Hanna, got skunked and was given major kennel time.

Judy took us to her riding stable to meet Bob, her new horse. So should his name be Saint Bob or Sponge Bob, square pants. Bob sounds good. After Judy rode we went for a delightful lunch in a restaurant that shares space with an art gallery. The food was excellent. Then I ventured in a china shop run by Miss Newcombe. She said that she was a Miss and that she never made it to the altar or was left at the altar. Her answer to my question of when did she come to the town was in 1928. Then when I asked her where she came from she said she was born in the town. She is quite worried about the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq. She is not sure if they are right. Her store is poorly laid out, but her nephew was coming to help her rearrange the stock and the shelving. She talked very slowly and wrapped the purchase in three quarter time, but making sure the item was well protected.

Turkey dinner on Saturday finished off with pumpkin pie. I was the cause of a dinner delay because I went out to shoot the moon which was full the night before and was rising as the sun set. I thought I was going to eat dinner late, but everyone waited for me. I got a few good shots and took a few good shots from Marg for delaying dinner.

This day is the one we departed Canada and entered the USA via Maine. We lined the main street of St. Stephen as we waited for our turn which took at least 20 minutes of drive, park, drive…… It was a good thing we found the Ganong Chocolate store before getting in line as we had to drive by it in line.

Bar Harbor is our stop. Let’s try that again; Baa ha ba; a few more times and you’ll have it. It is a sloping main street of trendy shops and not so trendy shops full of, you guessed it Baa ha ba souvenirs. The Queen Mary 2 was in the harbor. Yesterday she was in St. John when we arrived on our rusty, decrepit and outdated ferry that is rumored to being scuttled this fall.

The colours are still vibrant and around every corner is a new picture. We saw cranberry farms and blueberry patches that are so low to the ground that they look like red grass. Terry even got her hands on blueberry soda. The cranberry farms are nothing like the extensive ones in Richmond, Pat.

The tides are high due to the water being forced up narrow inlets. Whale watching is big. While in Nova Scotia, I found a boat named Baylee and Taylor which is a reminder of my brother’s dog and my bro and in the order of importance says Marg.

Unfortunately we are not staying at the KOA campsite that has the wireless. Tomorrow is another day. CHEERS