Friday, July 04, 2008

Thursday - Maine to Prince Edward Island...

Thursday, July 3, 2008

All day we were periodically reminded by yellow warning signs we were in moose country. Fortunately we did NOT see any unless you count the large 4 legged black BBQ I spotted at twilight at our campground for the night. Obviously, while my memory may sometimes fail, my imagination is still as sharp as ever.

Most folks going to Prince Edward Island (PEI) from the states take the coastal route. (Now we now know the main reason is NOT that it is shorter...) We opted to head north and take Route 6, crossing at Vanceboro. If you're into backwoods and desolation, this stretch of Maine is for you. Once we crossed into Canada, the land appeared a bit more hospitable. The town of McAdam was, and still is, a railroad hub with the lovely train station you see in the photo.

Once we got to Fredericton, the capital of New Brunswick (we know the capital building must be there somewhere but we missed it), we took the scenic road along the Saint John River – gives the Hudson a run for its money in terms of size. Then it was on the main Canadian highway from Jemseg to Moncton. Trust us – you do NOT want to break down on this road; you want to make sure your gas take is FULL of gas before venturing forth; you do NOT want to travel it in the winter or probably at night since there were lots of moose signs; you do NOT to want navigate it in Tillie on a windy day. We managed the first items but not the last. WINDY, WINDY, WINDY... poor Tillie was practically blown off the road. Not fun but it certainly kept John awake at the wheel.

After passing our last moose signs of the day (these flashing no less) just before the PEI bridge, we arrived on the island. Since crossing over we’ve seen no moose signs, our campground had no 4 legged BBQs, and the wind was blowing just enough to keep the mosquito's at bay.









Wed. - NH to Maine...

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Heading toward Prince Edward Island, sort of that is as there's really no Tillie worthy direct route. Saying our goodbyes to Ginny, Steve, Ben & RB who sent us on our way well fed, we headed north to Route 2. Normally we might have taken diagonal back roads instead of I93 but that would mean going by Lake Winnipesaukee. The last time we’d been there Tillie “decided” to blow her engine and spent the summer there being pampered. We were afraid she’d get “ideas” again so made a wide berth.

We can now verify that “Old Man of the Mountain” is no longer there although one is encouraged to stop and look at where it was… We thought the excitement might be too much so headed on to Maine for lunch in Bethel. It’s a lovely little village and a good place to stop (and we can now tell a friend who grew up there that we’ve finally been there).
Our favorite stop of the day, however, was in Skowhegan, ME (see photo). American ingenuity! Where else can you go in the north, strip off, and get tan while your clothes are getting cleaned? Just think of this the next time you hear Skowhegan has again been blanketed with snow.

And then there was the “Family Consignment” shop in Howland, ME. I dreamed all night of families shopping for new relatives. Perhaps you'd like another kid or two or a slightly used mother-in-law? Howland is the place to go….