Camping sur Mer, Carleton-sur-Mer, Quebec, Canada
A kind man benefits himself, but a cruel man brings trouble on himself. ~ Proverbs 11:17
Since we had a 240 mile, 5 ½ hour trip ahead of us, we left early today.
The time and distance reflect a short fuel stop (just enough to get us into the States and less expensive fees at the pump), and also a “short-cut” mapped out by the gps. It shaved a few minutes off our time, but the road was more suited for the Jeep, and we were on it for 20 minutes. Blaine was so busy trying to keep us on the narrow road, he didn’t get to enjoy the scenery, but I sure did! Beautiful farmland!
I can smile. I wasn’t driving.
We left Route 132 when we entered the Canadian Province of New Brunswick. We’ve traveled exclusively on Route 132 (touted as Canada’s version of Route 66) since we left Montreal five weeks ago.
Seems like it would be safer too.
And when we entered New Brunswick, we immediately encountered signs in English! Yay! We’re much more fluent in English!
Once we entered New Brunswick, moose signs were plentiful, and indicated the moose were actually on the road. We’ve seen moose signs, but never like this, so I looked it up. New Brunswick has an average of 400 vehicle/moose collisions annually. That seems like a lot. We didn’t see any moose, but we did see a dead raccoon surrounded by vultures in the middle of the road.
But they weren’t . . . .
Do you remember the iconic scene from the movie “Poltergeist” when the little blonde-headed girl turns from the ‘snowy’ TV screen, looks at the camera and says, “Their baa-ack.”? Well, guess what! We’re baa-ack! Back in the United States, where we’ll remain for the next year and a half or so at least.
We had a marvelous time in Quebec! But it’s good to be back in our own country. We had no problem getting through the border at Houlton. They didn’t even come aboard, and the only produce they wanted to know about was citrus – of which we had none. In fact, based on the two previous summers, we made sure our produce was at a bare minimum, just in case they decided to confiscate anything. Remember the sliver of green pepper from last year? eye roll . . .
My Brothers Place Campground, Houlton, Maine – in the good ol’ US of A!
I didn’t get pictures of the campground sign yet because I was on the phone when we pulled in.
Somethings are just more important. : )
