Canadian Maritimes - Summer 2015 travel blog

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wild flowers

curvy road

kayak spot

lupine

pretty stop

river overlook

caravan social


The drive from Maine to Quebec was beautiful. In Maine we passed through small New Englandy looking towns. Many of the residents were sitting in their driveways selling treasures at yard sales. Once we crossed into Canada the same activities were taking place but labeled "vente garage." Those that weren't selling were putting their kayaks and canoes into the many small lakes and rivers that sparkled in the sunshine. Between the towns the road curved and wound and our freezer drawer kept coming open. The bungie cord I wound around it would bring it back in eventually, but this is a problem looking for a better solution.

In Skowhegan a friendly local waved and honked to let us know that we were dragging something behind us. Oh good! The mud flap had come half off and was shaving the pavement as we drove. Ken tied it up, but this is another problem that will be looking for a better solution. One of our fellow caravaners stopped to help, an advantage of traveling with others.

After a final diesel fill up at reasonable prices we prepared to cross the border. There are some things that are a definite no-no; Canada does not allow anyone to bring in firearms. That's just fine with us. But we had heard and read many rumors. They're worried about bird flu and will take away your chicken even if it is frozen as well as your eggs. They will take away your potatoes, because they want you to buy theirs. On our trip to Alaska they confiscated our fresh tomatoes three different times. And we know that any alcohol you bring in can be taxed 200% more than you paid for it in the first place. But the border official was friendly and did not ask any alarming questions until he got to the one about "had we been in Africa recently?" We will be going to Africa after this trip and wondered what he was after - ebola, maybe?? But we could honestly answer no and we were on our way into Canada.

In the far north of Maine it felt wild and desolate, but once we crossed the border we were in southern Canada and drove through many large towns with lots going on. Near Quebec the road became an interstate and just before we came to the big city, we got off to park for the next three nights just across the St. Lawrence from Quebec. After seeing countless moose crossing signs in Maine, they switched to watch out for deer signs in Quebec. Who would guess that the animals were worried about going through immigration, too?

We are worried about finding spots to connect to the internet after we leave here and headed to town to buy a sim card with Canadian service. There is a huge double standard. If you have a local address and ID you can buy data at reasonable rates, but foreigners pay a huge penalty. This has not been our experience in other countries where we have done this. The young man at the Bell store tried hard to find us a better deal even with his competitors and said he gets the same treatment when he comes to the US as a tourist. So it's quite likely that there will be lengthy periods of time down the road where we will be totally off line since the satellite dish had left the broad cast foot print. We'll keep writing about our adventures and post when we can.

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