Once again, a day of travel without a photograph to show for it. Today’s entry should be especially short, because especially little happened. We woke up and got ready to leave in the morning, but before we left town we went out to see Truro’s great natural wonder: the tidal bore.
Archive for July, 2009
Tidal Bore-ing
Tuesday, July 7th, 2009A Day Without Photographs
Sunday, July 5th, 2009Alas, there was nothing cool to photograph today. Today was a day for travel, but not too much of it. We drove into Nova Scotia today, and tomorrow we’ll be off to catch the ferry to Newfoundland.
George The Groundhog
Sunday, July 5th, 2009
George the Groundhog
Okay, so I’m definitely dedicating today’s post to my new friend George, the groundhog. Yesterday I mentioned running into a groundhog by a bridge, and today we went back to see if he was still there. He was definitely still hanging around the same place, so I’m guessing he probably lives in the concrete dividers nearby. We fed him some wheat-thins, and he got just wonderfully close to us. Didn’t get to pet him, but got pretty close. George is a pretty cool critter, altogether. He’s even nearly vegan (apparently they occasionally eat “some insects”). Well, he does wear fur, but I guess I can let him slide on that one.
I’m Not Canadian, But I Am Staying At A Holiday Inn Express Tonight
Friday, July 3rd, 2009
A waterfall near Saint John, New Brunswick
Badum psh! Now that I’ve set the bar even lower for corny post titles, on to the day’s events. Today we drove from Maine into Canada, and not too far over the border we went to a tourist information center…and met quite possibly the most Canadian sounding man I’ve ever met. Admittedly, he didn’t go as far as “aboot” (I have yet to hear that in real life), but there was definitely an “aboat” in there, which is about as Canadian as it gets.
Through The Fog
Friday, July 3rd, 2009
A ghastly looking version of myself in Maine
In Bradenton, we get fog from time to time. I’ll wake up in the morning to find slightly reduced visibility, and then by mid-afternoon things will clear up again. Tonight, however, I find myself in Maine, and they have an entirely different definition of fog. When we arrived in Rockland, Maine today, the ground was dry. Three hours later, I couldn’t even see all the way up to the next sharp curve in the hilly road, let alone around it.
New York!
Wednesday, July 1st, 2009We’ve been driving on the way up to Nova Scotia, and last night we pulled in to stay in New York City, a couple of blocks away from Times Square. I’ve always suspected it, but now I can say with certainty that I couldn’t handle living in a big city. Just being a passenger in a vehicle nearly gave me a heart attack on the way in. Everyone drives crazy, and there are pedestrians everywhere. And this was at ten ‘o clock at night.