Chores & Stumbling on Community

One of the downsides to camping (in my opinion) is the lack of laundry facilities. At some point I’ll be declared a public health hazard if I can’t wash some clothes. There are no laundromats on this island, but there are two large parks. One is the Roosevelt International Park and the other is Provincial, called Herring Cove. I found one coin operated washer and dryer at the latter.

It took almost 4 hours for me to catch up on my laundry, which gave Jamie and I lots of time to look around. I think she’s finally recovering from the trip because she ran around and played soccer with some kids (well she mostly got in their way).

The big draws for this park are the two long beaches – one rock and one sand, plus the trails & views. I stuck close to the washer/dryer so I became familiar with all the amenities. In addition to all the slots for RVs there are at least 76 campsites. The showers are in great shape, in no small part because of an army of staff constantly working on the place.

I had a long conversation with two guys in their 70s who take particular pride in the cleanliness of the bathrooms. No kidding … We spent ages discussing the right combination of cleansers.

I was going to say that I started to understand the appeal of RVs – taking your own bed with you seems like a great idea,

But, having watched groups of kids from all over North America play together, witnessed families giving goodbye hugs and kisses to people who had been strangers before last night’s campfire, and listening to campers share tips for the road, I may now have a better idea of the appeal. 🙂

OK, now that the clothes are clean, Jamie and I will get back to working on the house. I’ll take some before pictures – that might help convince you in the future that I’ve actually done something. *grin*

Mastering the Fundy Wave

I had great intentions of posting everyday on our journey across Canada. Luckily Ahuva did that because I was both too exhausted and too frustrated trying to post with a tablet. Format-wise things will improve when my desktop arrives.

Unfortunately everything being transported in the moving van is apparently going to show up in September. I’m trying to learn to love camping.

The photo up top is of Lubec, Maine (the easternmost point in the continental US). I took it from the Canada Customs office as I waited for the truck with my new fridge and stove in it. Because of my desire for some comfort during this nasty camping period, it also brought a recliner. 🙂

  • I’ve accomplished a few things in the 2 weeks since we left the West Coast.
  • I realized that if you don’t like bridges, and hate coming down mountains in the outside lane at highway speeds, that BC is the wrong province to live in. New Brunswick is gorgeous, built on a civilized scale, and full of what we in the upstart West would call “old world charm”. The people are friendly and helpful, but do have a tendency to wonder out loud why I’d pick here to live.
  • I got a “guy”. Actually so far I have 3 of them. You know what I mean – you need something done and somebody says they “know a guy”. Well now I have an all purpose guy named Stanley, whose first job is to get my wood burning stove installed. Michael is my septic guy and Dave is handling the well. Not bad for the first week.
  • I already hate having to leave the island for anything – Amazon loves me right now. I’ll get over it, I think I’m just really tired of being in the car after the 6,007 km journey to get here.
  • I have mastered the Fundy Wave (my name for it). We first saw it on Deer Island. As we drove past a house a guy lifted his hand up, palm out, and then lowered it again. Ahuva said he must be telling us we’re speeding but, no, that’s the local wave. You do it to everyone you see or else you’ll hear about it at the grocery store. The one variation I’ve seen is for drivers with both hands on the wheel. Two fingers raised on each hand is an acceptable substitute.

I’ll try to be better about posting, my camera is still in its box but I took this next shot with my phone. This is part of the view from my cottage at sunset last night.

Expectations

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My family moved from Calgary to Vancouver when I was 8 years old. I was told, by what I considered a very reliable source, that we were going to drive through the mountains.

Now, I was only a child, but I knew what mountains looked like. Mountains were gigantic mounds of rock reaching up into the clouds. They would be huge and imposing and very very impressive.

Ahuva arrived in town yesterday (yay!). She has been describing the upcoming trip to people as fire/Rockies/prairie/lakes/cities/ocean.

With any luck we should be leaving town tomorrow. To meet her expectations of this journey, I may be able to supply hints of fire – most of the Province has wild fires burning at this moment. In fact, you can’t see our local mountains because of the smoke blowing out of the interior.

The mountains will be more problematic. Eight year old me looked really hard for that entire trip and all she saw were trees. Thousands and thousands of trees. I feel that disappointment to this day.

I am absolutely certain, though, that the prairies will be there. 🙂

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The Journey Begins

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I’m moving. I’m leaving the West Coast of Canada and heading east to a small island in the Bay of Fundy.

I intend to use this blog as a way to document my new life, but first I have to get there.

The dark cherry beauty in that top photo is Molly. She is going to transport my 14 year old dog, 2 really pissed off cats, and myself across approx. 5,600 kilometres (around 3,400 miles) of this great country.

Oh and Ahuva – she’s bringing my friend Ahuva with us (and what seems to be a rapidly growing list of shoes and other items the woman considers necessary).  Ahuva is also publishing a diary of this adventure – we may not always see things in the same way. In the interest of fairness you should read her blog as well.

So far I’ve learned that most of her friends and family are convinced that either I’m an ax murderer or that she’s going to be kidnapped by bandits in the desert. I think they’ve watched Romancing the Stone once too often.

We should be heading out in a few days – I’m still packing and trashing and cleaning up 20 years of existence in my current location. The dog is bewildered and the cats … well the cats don’t like change. They’re already mad at me. Wait til I put them in the back of Molly.

Oh yes – I’ll decorate this blog with photos of the island – once I get there and take some. Wish us luck!