(I'm trying out a hearing aid for a couple of months, mostly because I have been missing some dialogue in movies and lyrics in songs. I think the hearing loss is from too many power tools without wearing ear plugs, diving from heights, and standing too close to jet engines! Can you spot the thin plastic tube??)
We're on a driving trip eastward for July. Canada Day was full of music, fireboats, and fireworks at Kingston --- the original capital of Canada. Then through Vermont and Maine where wild storms delayed us with downed trees and traffic lights without power. In New Brunswick, the foggy ferry takes you over to Grand Manan island. It's one of those iconic but mysterious places with picturesque fishing villages, commercial kelp gatherers, and scenic rock formations. We camped near cliff faces with one long step to the sea!
Most of the Maritime roads take you by colourful harbours connected by ocean highways. The Bay of Fundy has the highest tides in the world (40 feet!) but we missed the daily phenomenon and had to settle for "chocolate rivers" where the brown muck is deposited by the to-and-fro of the sea.
The highlight of the week was the drive all around Cape Breton on the famous Cabot Trail. Spectacular scenery is splashed in the maximum green of the year. Cliffs, rocks, surf, and a billion trees. Hurricane Arthur had scared a lot of visitors away, so the traffic was wierdly light for this holiday weekend.
We did have gale-force winds and rain but that just made the waterfalls more majestic and the whitecaps more frothy. Another odd result of the tropical storm warnings was our campground --- 84 sites and only us in the whole place! Down the road at the homestead of Alexander Graham Bell, we were reminded how huge the telephone is in our lives ---- this blog is being sent out on Bell Canada!
We're on a driving trip eastward for July. Canada Day was full of music, fireboats, and fireworks at Kingston --- the original capital of Canada. Then through Vermont and Maine where wild storms delayed us with downed trees and traffic lights without power. In New Brunswick, the foggy ferry takes you over to Grand Manan island. It's one of those iconic but mysterious places with picturesque fishing villages, commercial kelp gatherers, and scenic rock formations. We camped near cliff faces with one long step to the sea!
Most of the Maritime roads take you by colourful harbours connected by ocean highways. The Bay of Fundy has the highest tides in the world (40 feet!) but we missed the daily phenomenon and had to settle for "chocolate rivers" where the brown muck is deposited by the to-and-fro of the sea.
The highlight of the week was the drive all around Cape Breton on the famous Cabot Trail. Spectacular scenery is splashed in the maximum green of the year. Cliffs, rocks, surf, and a billion trees. Hurricane Arthur had scared a lot of visitors away, so the traffic was wierdly light for this holiday weekend.
We did have gale-force winds and rain but that just made the waterfalls more majestic and the whitecaps more frothy. Another odd result of the tropical storm warnings was our campground --- 84 sites and only us in the whole place! Down the road at the homestead of Alexander Graham Bell, we were reminded how huge the telephone is in our lives ---- this blog is being sent out on Bell Canada!
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