Oh Canada

Wednesday, October 8

We left the campground in Bangor, Maine, and reached the border to New Brunswick, Canada, shortly after noon. After lunch, we drove another hour to St. John where the original plan was to take the ferry over to Nova Scotia. With some quick cipherin', we discovered that with a three-hour ferry trip each way, we'd only have a little over an hour to look around Nova Scotia, and it would cost $120 for the three of us to take the ferry! We could have stayed longer and took the evening ferry back to St. John, but Princess wouldn't have been able to go that long. Anywhere we stopped, we left the generator and the A/C running to keep the RV cool for Princess. She could have gone the 7 hours or so we'd have been gone without having to go outside to do her business, but there's no way she could have gone the length of time for us to mill around Nova Scotia and wait for the evening ferry. The other option would have been to put our RV on the ferry and take her with us, but the cost for that was even more prohibative. After a family pow-wow, we decided that Nova Scotia was only another Canadian province, and though we'd been in Canada once before, we'd probably never in the near future visit every province--what did one less matter?

We chose, instead, to use some of the money we saved by not going on the ferry to eat at the mildly swanky Reversing Falls Restaurant. The dining room overlooked Reversing Falls--a river which actually flows back in on itself. This area gets 20-30 foot tides each day, and half of the day, the water is so high, that the sea level is above the river level, causing the water to flow inland. The other half of the day, the opposite is the case. While the water flows, turbulence-causing boulders and terrain make the narrow passage impossible for boats to traverse. Only during the two slack tides each day can boats pass. These slack tides only last for 20-30 minutes. The passage is really good for fishing, though. So fishermen will often come in during one slack tide, pull their boat up on the rocks, fish all day (effectively "stuck" in their location all day), then leave during the next slack tide.

We left St. John after sundown and camped half-way between St. John and Calais, Maine, where we had entered Canada. The campground, which had a great view overlooking the Bay of Fundy, was our only night in Canada, and the only campground we could find that hadn't closed for the season!

Go East, Young Man

[Where It All Began]
[On the Road] [East Coast Ahead] [Philly]
[Color At Last] [The Kancamagus Highway]
[The Wild Moose Chase] [Oh Canada]
[Go East Young Man]
[...and a Cruise Ship in a Foggy Sea]
[Whale Woes] [L.L. Bean At Last]
[The Lights to Boston] [The Freedom Trail, part 1]
[The Freedom Trail, part 2] [The Freedom Trail, part 3]
[Rock Around Plymouth Rock / Caught by Cape Cod]
[The Last Stop] [Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow]