Birchwood Motel Camden

... tracked down a friend of hers who sells fresh lobster. We grabbed about 20 or so, a few bags of groceries and beer and headed for the hills where her sister, Holly, and her family live. Holly is also an old Jackson gal and moved back to her home in Camden, where she met up with her man and now is a mama of two beautiful toddlers. She threw such an awesome lobster feast for us up at her place in Hope, Maine. Our friend, Sessa and her family joined us...kids EVERYWHERE...it ...

... snowbirds going home after wintering in the warm. Canadians can only spend 6 mths in the States too, or they loose their health benefits. Anyway, the journey went well, in fact we had sunshine before we left NS and once into New Brunswick we had blue skies too. There was plenty of snow around but the roads were clear and very quiet. After a comfort stop at the welcome centre on the border between NS and NB we pushed on towards the ...

Maine was amazing even if it was our third time there. We stayed at the cutest B&B with this wonderful lady named Roberta who managed to break her wrist the 2nd day we were there. She was so nice though and such a good sport about it. Plus, her place was amazing-- 5 rooms maybe and beach access just down a path in her backyard. Our first night there, I walked out to the water under the moon and just sat there watching the stars and the water and ...

... time I had shared in years; I never wanted it to end. But, alas, it would. While David and Rene were helping me to heal, I was offering them advice to assist them with their difficult situation. They had lived and traveled together for two years and the close quarters were starting to wear on them. They had decided to go their separate ways until I came in and offered them a diversionary vacation from each other. It was obvious to me that they were a great team whose hearts had just ...

... until I reach St John, New Brunswick. What a hole. Sorry but most unimpressive visit yet. Nice people but the City doesn't offer anything. I made quick time in the morning and went to visit Roger's brother Steve in St Stevens next to the USA border. We went clam hunting and drinking. Quiet town and along a very touristy pathway. Touristy because it offers beautiful clear and deep lakes, ocean front and little wharf shops. Kayaking ...

... Shipyard boathouse. Go inside to meet Captain Parker -the Wendameen is tied up outside. After a few moments conversation with the Captain, you'll realize this restoration was a labor of love. A licensed captain since he was 20 (he now qualifies for AARP), Captain Parker spied the Wendameeen in 1986, stuck in a mud bank near New York. The Wendameen was built in 1912 at a nearby Maine shipyard for a wealthy New Englander. She changed hands several times and was sailed by the rich and ...

... Beach, une ville en plein milieu de la Virginie, sur le bord de la plage. Récidivons donc, me suis-je dit à l'époque. Peut-être pas en ces termes exacts, mais bon... Comme mentionné dans le précédent aperçu (Virginia Beach en juillet 1992), les deux allées et venues que nous avons effectués tous les cinq ont brouillé mes mémentos, dans le sens que je ne sais pas toujours à quel été appartient tel ou tel souvenir. Je me souviens du Roy ...

... edge of the incline which was an absolute dropoff. Now I knew if I didn't get out soon I wouldn't be able to and I had no idea how much the river would rise being only about 6 inchs below the bank. So the next time I knew I didn't worry about any of the gear getting out of place revved it up and didn't slow down at he depression and sliding back and forth close to each side I climbed up and was able to get the fornt wheels ...