As we moved north, we went from the heat of summer (98 degrees in South Carolina) to late spring in NE Vermont to early spring
in Canada. The birch trees have bright green new leaves, the red buds are out and the apple blossoms are just starting.
Yes we are in Canada — we meandered exactly 2296 miles to the border having slowed down tremendously once we reached Vermont.
"Bad Little Falls"
We stopped at an L.L. Bean outlet (Alie loves their shirts) and spent last night in Machias, ME where we looked at the “Bad Little Falls” whose Indian name was adopted by the town.
We crossed the border at Calais, Maine and St. Stephen, New Brunswick. The friendship between the two towns goes back so far that during the War of 1812, St Stephen lent Calais some gun powder to celebrate Independence Day.
We are driving the Bay of Fundy Trail. We are now on Atlantic time, one hour ahead. Night falls earlier, but it didn’t matter much as we were in a fog most of the day — real fog, not mental. Having once seen a Martello Tower (fort) at the southern end of US 1 in Key West, we felt compelled to visit one at the northern end in St. John. Like Fort Howe,it was said to have a great view of the St. John River harbor — but we were in a fog.
Perhaps I was in a mental fog when I took a wrong turn in St. George, but it took us to a bridge with a beautiful view of a gorge,waterfall and old mill.
Alie likes old cemeteries, so in St. John, we visited the United Empire Loyalists cemetery. In the Revolutionary colonies, they were known as Tories.
Machias' 1770 Burnham TavernMartello Tower built in 1812 to defend against US.
Not all New England homes are white.