We stayed at beautiful Cobscook Bay State Park in Dennysville, Maine. The sites here are huge , wooded, very private, and sit high over the Bay. In fact, the current issue of Down East Magazine lists it as one of Maine's 10 Best State Parks. We agree.
The State of Maine allows you to dig a peck of clams a day while you're camping at Cobscook Bay. Sadly, DH's clamming expedition wasn't very successful . . . he returned coated in mud with not even one tiny clam to show for it! (Guess we didn't need all the cornmeal we brought to clean our gallons of clams with!)
One our my favorite things about camping is just sitting together quietly, breathing and reading. This time I finally got to read Go Set A Watchman, the recent release by Mockingbird author Harper Lee, and The Boston Girl by Anita Diamont, which I enjoyed so much that I finished it in a day. DH was deep into a Lee Child thriller.
After one day of set-up and a second of R & R with our books, we set out on Monday to visit the nearby Canadian Province of New Brunswick. Clearly neither of us was thinking very clearly when we ended up in Lubec, Maine. There is a crossing there, but it only takes you over the bridge to Campobello Island (the historic summer home of the Roosevelts) with no access to the rest of New Brunswick.
When we turned around, we had to head back through the border crossing into the U.S. As we handed our U.S. Passports out the car window, here is how our questioning went:
Stern-faced US Border Patrol Agent: "Where do you live?"
DH: "Falmouth, Maine"
Stern-faced US Border Patrol Agent: "How long have you been in Canada?"
DH: "Five Minutes?"
Stern-faced US Border Patrol Agent: Just laughter and an eye-roll, not followed by enhanced interrogation techniques, thank goodness.
Us: Embarassed and relieved.
Since we were back in Lubec by 9:00 a.m. ,we decided to stop there for breakfast before driving the 30 miles to the border crossing at Calais. We wandered into The Atlantic House, which was obviously the local gathering place judging by the number of times I heard someone say "Ayuh".
From the deck of The Atlantic House (on left in photo above), we could see a rocky beach below. To me, a rocky beach near a town only means one thing: the possibility of finding sea glass. So after breakfast we crept down the narrow alley between the restaurant and the shop next door and found sea glass heaven! Here's just part of our haul from that morning . . . .
After a long day of sightseeing along the NB coast, we stopped for the night in Fredericton, the capital of New Brunswick. The next morning, at the suggestion of New Brunswick blogger Pamela, we headed to nearby King's Landing Historical Settlement.
We are so glad we did! The weather was perfect for a day of time-travel back to the 1800's.
For my American friends, King's Landing is similar to Old Sturbridge Village in Massachusetts but with pastoral, river and mountain views and a distinctively Canadian feel. The whole area is a photographer's delight.
Once you cross the bridge, you stroll back into the 19th century. The people of the village are uniquely in character and totally "unaware" of the 21st century, or even the 20th for that matter. A mixture of English and French is spoken; New Brunswick is the only Province with two official languages.
Linen is woven (my Fiber College friends will love these next few photos!) . . .
Washed, and hung on a line to dry.
Rugs are hooked . . .
or braided . . . to keep floors warm . . .
After a delicious lunch of traditional foods at the King's Head Inn . . .
Where school was in session. Note the date on the blackboard: August 11 . . . 1840.
(I wondered if I looked that scary to my own students???)
Charlotte was at home in her web in the barn.