2nd day in Trenton we ventured into Acadia
Nat’l Park. We had been there before, but didn’t have a good recollection of it
other than we were climbing around some rocks. This was Saturday of Memorial
Day weekend and we expected to be among the throngs so we opted to visit a
remote section of the park. So remote it’s not even on the same peninsula. We
had not visited this area before and were quite surprised at the scarcity of
tourists. Very few people over on this side.
Beautiful scenery overlooking the bay of Maine and its many, many
islands. After a nice lunch in a small café in Winter Harbor we went back to
the RV to leave Dusty, then we hit the road for the main attraction in the
park. This was obviously the destination
for the weekend. The rocks, that we finally remembered we had been to before,
were crawling with people. For anyone having trouble with HP service over the
weekend…all the service reps were in Acadia NP. We saw enough in less than 15
minutes so gave up our parking space and headed home.
Our neighbors in the RV park are locals and gave us some
info on where to buy the best lobsters. I thought I was done with lobster after
Scarborough, but no Rob wanted his turn at cracking the shell. So on our way
back from the park we stopped at a lobster shack and bought a live lobster,
which we had them cook for us. Back home we tore it apart and had it in a
salad. Delicious!. Then our neighbors invited us over to their campfire. We
brought out bottle of Bailey’s and enjoyed their company.
Early today, Sunday, we headed out for the Canadian
border. We had some concern about some of the fresh fruit we had as well as the
quantity of wine we were still carrying. Somehow the three cases of wine we
left home with, augmented by stops at several wineries along the way, wasn’t
reduced to the limit of two bottles per person. We still had more than a case
of wine, which we declared at the border. There was some discussion between
border agents about whether we would fit under their crossbeams which clearly
read 12’6”. To be safe they pulled us off
to the side across incoming traffic. Two agents went through out coach
while Rob and Dusty and I waited outside. We could hear them going through all
the cabinets. After a few minutes they came out and told us they weren’t going
to charge us for the extra bottles of wine and the litre of bourbon Rob bought
in Kentucky. Nice guys.
Right now we’re in St. Andrews, New Brunswick looking out
at Passamaquoddy Bay. This evening, while we were sitting outside enjoying a
glass of wine, a murder of 3 crows flew over obviously very agitated. As we
watched, they were diving at something over the sea wall along the shore.
Shortly, a bald eagle soared up, oblivious to the crows, and dove down much
like a pelican. Cool!
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