Life on the Bay

Where Did Summer Go?????

Where did summer go???  M & I are a bit sad because one by one our summer buddies go south at this time of year.  Some go to warmer climates and some go back to school. I wonder who's going to go fishing with M after work every night or more important who's going to pick the flavor of ice cream we all are going to enjoy? 

When next summer comes you will have some little buddy's waiting for you.

So.........

Study in school,,,, learn how to drive,,, win some hockey

and come back soon because the fish are biting.

Butterflies, they are like dream flowers,
childhood dreams,

 

 which have broken loose from their stalks
and escaped into the sunshine.
Air and angels.

 ~ Miriam Rothschild

Kick up your wings and fly....

~unknown

The rain had just started when I walked out on the sea wall to watch The EYC sailboat race. The sky changed as I watched and the rain made everything lose its color and almost appear in black and white. This race was gonna be different because right after the start they got hit by a monster storm from the North.

  What caught my attention next was the unbelievably loud sounds of the sails flapping  and stretching in the wind. The wind had hit the boats before it hit me and it carried all of the collected sound with it. It was a mix of howling, snapping, and yelling all mixed in with the furor of a Tornado.

  You could see and feel the struggle on the bay and hear the sailors yelling as they came close to the finish line...

Last night was a wild ride for any sailor and the win was just making it back home safe and sound.

 

Storm stories will be told for days and every one of them will be there next week to race!

Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea,

loves t' have his sails filled with a lusty wind.  

~ G. Chapman

A life without dreams
is like a garden without flowers.
~ Author Unknown

I love gardening, but this year I took a little bit of a break. For me the thing about gardening is that it's like a journey. But then again, I tend to relate everything to travel. Just like the preparations for a trip, the planting of the seeds can be exciting because you know thing are going to happen. The process is just as important as the final product.  I find it amazing that things can regenerate on their own after our harsh winters. I was more observant this year because I didn't plant. I found a small  petunia growing in a crack of the sea wall, and the dill pops back up in the garden all by itself.  Maybe it's natures way of telling us to relax, enjoy things along on the way.....

The purpose of life, after all, is to live it,

to taste experience to the utmost,

to reach out eagerly and without fear

for newer and richer experience.

~ Eleanor Roosevelt

Happiness is a warm puppy.

  ~Charles M. Schulz

This is Molly as a puppy in a sailor suit that my Mother made for her.   She has long outgrown the suit but not her love of boating. She is the first one to run out the door and fly onto the boat. She sits quietly like the queen that she is and reviews her neighborhood.  M & I are home and getting back to our work routine. The weather here has been gray and windy...so no boating today!

I think dogs are the most amazing creatures;

they give unconditional love.

  For me they are

the role model for being alive. 

~Gilda Radner

Of course I'm crazy, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong.

“Robert Anton Wilson”

We are so happy to be back on the road, and I hate to say it but I now see the crazy part of America as being interesting and exciting. At our last lodging, we were told to take a road less traveled. Several miles later, it was apparent that it was never traveled,,,,

it disappeared on the GPS,,,,M started moaning about ground clearance for the car etc., 

and then suddenly we were being chased by some Llama’s who I think thought we were going to feed them.

As it turned out,,,we were on a Canadian hiking trail,,,,go figure. We ended up at a gate and had to back track until we could scramble out through a farmers field. We hit the highway south and tried to stay off of the main road (used loosely) which is the 1. We comment to each other that on both the Eastern and western coast, the main highway is called the 1 ??????

We constantly hit the detour button on the GPS so that we can really explore. These are a few of the things we stumble across: Suddenly there is a (Family) of stick people guarding their landlocked sailboat.

As we photo them, we notice their Kin across the road,,,,that’s enough,,,we move on.

Further down the road, M almost skids sideways at a couple of huge model semi trucks that are in a driveway on a trailer. I don’t get it, and all he can say is that he has never seen anything like it before.

We think we are safe and get passed by the most indescribable Hippy (we Think) van of overflowing ephemora,,,,ah hell,,,we don’t know what we saw but we caught it on the camera.

All is well for miles aqnd then some rusty dinosaurs are about to fight,,,what brain did this?

And just when you thought you were safe,,,,swerve to the left because some dude is rolling the world down the side of the road,,,,I swear it is true. I’m sure his cause is pure to him,,,,cudos World guy.

The crazy stuff does not always win in the memory department. There is an on-going discussion about the old buildings here. We are in the cradle of our country and the cedar homes were built to last and last. There are beautiful 200-300 year old carcasses everywhere. You can’t save them all. Tell that to this one. See,,,,, the thing is,,,,,,,I can still hear the stories told in the Kitchen on a cold November day. I hope we never forget where we came from.

We stop at a dock to admire the boats and the setting. I spot a huge (now wild) rosebush that is in bloom with three different colored roses. As I pick one, the smell is overwhelming and ancient and familiar. I am smelling the rose as it was before hybridizing and cloning. It is a smell that brings back a warm beautiful memory.

Well,,,It’s not all about the past. I have a big reason to come back. Yes I will eat the food and love it. I will breathe the cedar scented air and marvel at the wildflowers and the tide fluctuations. But,,,,damn it,,,,,,I really want to see a Moose. I want to see a real Moose and have told M that even a Zoo would be O.K now because I just want to see one. M spots a (Moose) in someone’s yard and stops to photo it. He actually tries to pretend that that’s it for the Moose story.  I think he knows how that’s gonna work out!

Keep the pictures, they never change, only the people in them do.

“ Author Unknown”

I once spent a year in Philadelphia; I think it was on a Sunday.
“W.C. Fields”

Ya know,,,,just because You travel,,,it doesn’t mean things are wild, fun, and crazy.  A highlight of our next few days of travel was the Lakeview Inn.

 
This is a place where a family decided to make their own paradise ,,,and they have. Nestled into a corner of (Ha Ha) lake, it is a clean, beautiful country place. It’s really not Ha Ha Lake,,,that’s the ancient name. It’s now called Horton Lake, but the Government can’t ignore the old Ha Ha Cemetery lying at the top of the hill.

Now,,,to the bay of Fundy.  As You know,,,,our goal was to see this amazing phenomena of the tidal change and all that goes with that. This giant bay rises and falls by more than 50 vertical feet of water twice a day with the tide. These giant Lobster boats are floating up to where You have to climb up and on to them,,,,,

 

Come back that evening and they are sitting down below you in the mud. It is dramatic and surreal

 

We stayed in downtown Alma,,, and I use the word downtown loosely. A Gem was the Parkside inn. Super clean rooms with a great shower, and the best,,,best,,,seafood we were lucky enough to try twice. That’s where the fun ends,,,,,,it’s boring here in a mono scenic sort of way,,,the village and or party life is either hidden well or non-existent. We waited patiently for the new day to go and visit Hopewell rocks. These are giant rock formations that have eroded into crazy shapes over the millennium.

Perhaps we are jaded by too much travel, but the rocks were interesting for about five minutes. If You factor in the long lines of people, the money, the long walk on dirty steps, and the mud,mud,mud that you are not told about until you see the “Mud Cleaning station”,,,,well,,,,You get the point.

All things Northeast Canadian considered,,,,,we are outta here,,,,,We never thought of ourselves as high maintenance or needy but M is starting to repeat stupid things  over and over and I think I need a drink. When your best laugh of the day is the name of a local lobster joint,,,,,it’s time to move on.

We need crazy Americans and different looking trees and,,,,and,,,,well,,,we just need to be on the road again!

"Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey."

 

“ Pat Conroy”

 

I am one of those who never knows

the direction of my journey

until I have almost arrived.

~ A. Strong

We are on the road again. We always feel free being on the road and the destination is Upper Canada to the Bay of Fundy where the tide has the largest rise and drop of almost anywhere in the world. We also have on the hidden agenda, lobster on our mind.

   

We make good time and roll over 500 miles on the first day. We have made it to Bar Harbor Maine, but we keep on going because we have been here before,,, we want new, never seen vistas.

It feels soo good to be on the road. M & I talk like we just met and always say “Wow” at the same time when we see something over the next rise.

   

 

The road rolls on and things become scarce and wide opened. We find ourselves starting to slow down.,,,, The sights are unfamiliar. We stop for some “Wicked Good” local blueberries and decide that we better not go “Swimmin”

The Vistas and the flowers begin to change. The air is pine and grass and sea.

   

Stay in touch, we are almost at the Bay of Fundy!

We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.

~ J. Nehr

And I,

I took the road less traveled by.

I was using a GPS system.
~ R.  Brault

M will tell you I am addicted to knowing where we are when I'm in the car.  I guess it was a little excessive when we got our new car with the GPS built in to insist that I still need my hand held unit.  But maps,,,,every five minutes I got to look at the atlas just to make sure we aren't missing something..... 

 

Me thinks that the moment

my legs begin to move,

my thoughts begin to flow.

  ~Thoreau

   

M & I are on the road again.  We are taking a drive to Nova Scotia just to see what we can see.  Come along if you wish and enjoy the trip.