Day 29: Home Soil Produces Euphoria!

Trip Start Aug 02, 2009
1
28
33
Trip End Sep 06, 2009


Loading Map
Map your own trip!
Map Options
Show trip route
Hide lines
shadow
Where I stayed

Flag of United States  , Maine
Monday, August 31, 2009

Today we travelled across our fourth Canadian Province, New Brunswick, on our way back to Maine. Each Province is very distinct from the other provinces.  Much of Nova Scotia resembles Maine, especially along the coasts.  Newfoundland is much more remote and isolated and less developed having lost its two primary sources of income from fishing and timber.  All of the Canadian Maritimes have rich old histories dating back to the Vikings in 1000 AD and John Cabot in 1496.  Parts of Newfoundland and New Brunswick look like they are the poor stepchildren of Canada.  In New Brunswick many main roads are badly in need of repair.  Prince Edward Island, by contrast, felt like we were back in the States.  Its rolling hills, green pastures, thriving businesses and even the traffic have reminded us of Middle Tennessee, or Ohio or even parts of Illinois.  One thing common to all four provinces has been the warmth, kindness and genuineness of the people we have encountered.  We have loved our three weeks in Canada and feel so blessed to have been able to have this experience.

We told the Bay of Fundy, "goodbye," this morning, drove back through the Fundy National Park and made our way West through New Brunswick.  We crossed the border into Maine in early afternoon and had the most wonderful sense of euphoria at being back inside our wonderful United States of America again.  It's very hard to describe and even harder to figure out.  But it feels good to be in the Homeland!  

We ignored our itinerary which called for us to bunk tonight near Bangor and followed Hwy 1A down the west side of the Penobscot River and finally along Penobscot Bay to Rockland, Maine, where we found a B&B, The Limerock Inn, run by a former Gwinnett County high school graduate!!!  It’s a lovely old Victorian home—they seem to be attracting us this summer.  We indulged in our “final” boiled fresh lobster dinner on this trip as we sat and enjoyed Penobscot Bay.  The Chesnutts probably don’t remember, but we camped near here with Sidney and Peggy Maxwell and their 4 children on our 1972 camping trip.  I had just discovered the wonderful delicacy, fresh lobster, a week earlier when we visited Margaret and Warren Smalzel and their family in Cohasset, Mass.  Warren trapped some in the bay behind their home and Margaret prepared them for our dinner.  That was a first for me!  We had them every night that we were on the coast of Maine.

Slideshow Report as Spam

Use this image in your site

Copy and paste this html: