To Campobello, Canada
Posted on October 16, 2014
Before moving on across the border into Canada for a brief spell, let’s finish looking around the vicinity of Lubec. There’s a lighthouse not so far away, on Quoddy Head. Here it is.
The lighthouse is now surrounded by a state park. That means trails, and we couldn’t resist taking one that led right to some vertical bluffs.
On the way home, at the town limit was an interesting cemetery, home to the bones of various sea captains among others.
We returned to our quarters late in the day when the tide was quite out. Being at the mouth of the Bay of Fundy, the tides were about 20 feet where we were.
We enjoyed another peaceful sunset before calling it a day.
Before setting off for a day on Campobello we enjoyed a good breakfast and view in the dining room.
Next stop after being grilled by a customs agent as to why we wanted to enter Canada was a very well appointed visitors center filled with brochures and maps and things. The young lady behind the counter spoke a rather distant kind of English we almost understood. I think her native tongue was French, or Acadian. We zipped on down the road a few kilometers to the “cottage” of the Roosevelts, who were among the earlier monied summer people here. It was the thing to do in the late 1800s. Franklin D. spent his youthful summers here, as well as a few limited times after he became President.
There was a great view across to America.
We were right in time to enjoy tea and cookies redolent of those days gone by, and hear tales of Eleanor Roosevelt by knowledgable presenters.
There’s a lighthouse over here, too. We had to go take a look. It’s on a little island, isolated until low tide. We were half an hour early, and didn’t have the $10 each to be guided across and up to the top.
Next morning Eva just had to go miles and miles out of the way to get right across the water from Lubec to visit Eastport. This kind of isolation was typical of the Maine coast, where you can see right across a bay but drive for miles to get there. No wonder the coastline is over 3000 miles long.
Eastport is quite charming, actually. Here’s a view of the downtown, with its many old brick buildings.
I particularly liked the town’s public library. They had been having a book sale for some time, but this day they were giving away all the remaining books for free. Normally I wouldn’t cast a glance over the mouldering remains but I did. My eyes hit upon something particularly interesting – a history of Germany in the early 19th century before it became a unified country in 1872, written by a noted scholar in the field. What a find. $32 new today on Amazon.
We have a long way to go, to the end of U.S. Route 1. Gotta go.