Blogging is tough work. Sometimes you drive for six hours and this is your only reward:
|Yup. Ralph's Got Gas.|
So I'm on my annual summer Canada road trip. Last year I headed to Cape Breton, the tip top of Nova Scotia. This year I'm going to keep it chill around the southern end. But to get there, I needed to drive all the hell up through Maine. Lucky for me, I got to stay with a friend up by the border. Georgie drives a red convertible, wears a blue kafiya (a scarf that rhymes with "Sophia"), runs a sweet little shop that features local crafts and goods (The Red Sleigh), rents lakeside cottages on a beautiful piece of land full of fireflies (Kendall Farm Cottages), and knows everyone in town. Seriously, hanging around Eastport with Georgie was pretty awesome. I talked to many local peeps and we shut down the bar last night. I'm feeling pretty proud. Anyway, here are some quieter moments.
|An outbuilding at Kendall Farm Cottages|
|Beautiful barn on the property|
In the morning, I went back to Eastport to take pictures. First stop: Shackford Head State Park.
It's a very quick detour. There's a small parking area and a couple trails down to the water. The view is okay; a little industrial. And as I emerged from the trail, my left foot started to hurt. Like little shards of glass cutting between two toes and on top of another.
|The land to the right is Campobello Island. |
Remember my death-defying trip out to a lighthouse there last year?
Onward to Canada!
Except that Canada was ridiculously foggy. I was glad to have the highway to myself because I actually applied the breaks to read the enormous signs that would suddenly come into view. I was worried that it would ruin my plan for the afternoon, but the pics just came out nice in a different sort of way. I present to you New River Beach Provincial Park.
|Right. All those tough New Brunswick gangstas you always hear about.|
|He was smaller than a quarter and scurrying.|
Then Lepreau Falls...
|There are cool lookouts with picnic tables.|