Following our visit to northern Michigan, my trusty sidekick/navigator/bottle opener/fix-it guy (of now 52 years!!) bid farewell to Lake Ontario by tipping his hat to a lovely sunset.
And a lovely sunset it was . . .
Heading east across southern Ontario, Canada, we stopped ever-so-briefly at the tourist trap they call Niagara Falls. Oh, the falls are lovely all right, but the scene is not so enjoyable. Back on the road quickly after that - - never have I seen so many t-shirt shops, and all the people it takes to wear them!!
Visiting northern Vermont was a real joy. Found some great street art in Burlington and got to enjoy a wonderful Festival of Fools which celebrates street performers of all kinds.
Our visit to Quebec City was great - - a beautiful, very old, and partially walled city that is delightful! Felt very European, even down to the fact that all signage, menus, and every speaking voice you heard were in French, of which 'wee' is our only known word! We found ourselves nodding quite often . . . we did enjoy the street theater, however. Wonderful costumes!
These enormous painted murals, several stories high, on some of their buildings are amazing!
The Canadian provinces of New Brunswick and Nova Scotia had us speaking English once again, (yeah!) although we were surprised to see road signs in Gaelic on Cape Breton Isle in Nova Scotia. They have maintained an incredible Celtic culture there, left over from the days when the first Scottish and Irish pilgrims discovered Canada. The music, food and language had us dancing and singing and stomping our feet at the gatherings that happen nightly.
After hearing so much about Peggy's Cove, near Halifax, we HAD to visit. No disappointments!!
I don't think clothes dryers have been discovered in this part of the world. Every house aired their (clean!) laundry, and I am sure they were happy with their lower power bills!
I've seen so many delightful fishing villages and harbors, that I couldn't resist getting my 'creativity' on just a little bit . . .
One of New Brunswick's 'claim to fame' is housing the longest covered bridge in the world - - quite an architectural feat, to be sure . . .
Now that we're back in the US, we are preparing for a good 'ol Maine 'lobstah' dinner tomorrow, courtesy of our campground host/lobster fisherman who brings his catch, all steamed and cracked and ready to eat, right to your trailer door! Now that's service!! (Katy - - we'll feast in honor of you and your Dad!!)
We have one little tiny rv-ing type lesson that we learned this time - - just in case any of you are thinking of adventuring on wheels. If you find yourself positioned incorrectly in your rv space, and just want to move your trailer a couple of feet forward (to avoid resting your bumper in the neighbor's campfire pit), be sure to resist the temptation of pulling it forward using only the ball on your hitch, without re-connecting the stabilizing bars. 'Nuff said!!! Just take my word for it! DO NOT DO THAT - - EVER!
Fall is on the doorstep here in 'down east' Maine, and we'll soon be headed into New England to go 'leaf peeping'. Hopefully, we will be blessed with many more photos during the next step in our adventure. I'm also hoping for a quick end to all the mosquitos and buggie critters we've encountered in this neck of the woods. Someone said that after the first of August or so, there would be far fewer of the little rascals, but judging from the bumps all over our bodies, I would say that someone had the wrong information!! Our new cologne is called 'itch repellent'.
Until next time . . . signing off for now.
