Dumb and Dumber Go To Canada

West Quoddy Head Lite

Mark @ West Quoddy Head Light

Day 64     August 12

We were excited to be heading to Canada today, but first, we had to make sure we touched ground on the most easterly point in the contiguous United States, and that would be at West Quoddy Head, in Lubec, Maine.

West Quoddy Head Light

West Quoddy Head

West Quoddy Head Light

West Quoddy Head Light

West Quoddy Head Light

West Quoddy Head Light

The Atlantic Ocean @ West Quoddy Head

The Atlantic Ocean @ West Quoddy Head

Next stop…Canada!

We crossed into Canada at the very low key border checkpoint between Lubec, Maine, and Campobello Island, Canada, and made our first stop at the very beautiful Roosevelt Campobello International Park. The park is jointly owned by the USA and Canada.

We've arrived in the Great White North

We’ve arrived in the Great White North

The bridge from USA to Canada, from the Canadian side.

The bridge from USA to Canada, from the Canadian side.

@ Roosevelt Campobello International Park

@ Roosevelt Campobello International Park

@ Roosevelt Campobello International Park

@ Roosevelt Campobello International Park

From Campobello Island, our plan was to take the tiny little local ferry boat over to Deer Island (1/2 hour crossing, cost $40 one way), and from there, take the bigger public ferry boat to mainland New Brunswick (about a 1 hour crossing, free) . Seemed like a good plan at the time, and it was quite fun and scenic, except for one little problem…extreme low and high tides for which this area is famous.

We’d been warned not to go on the ferry to Deer Island at low tide, so we went at high tide. The concern was the angle of the boat ramp, and the possibility of completely bottoming out in the RV. Surprise! There were extremely high tides that day, which caused the same dang problem.

The ferry boat that will take us to Deer Island

The ferry boat that will take us to Deer Island

We did hit bottom, but fortunately, it looked and sounded worse than it was. We bent a metal piece under the rig, which Mark had to then remove. It would probably be expensive to fix…but not critical to our journey, so we tossed the metal piece into a drawer, and pretended it never happened.

Aaack!!! I watch in horror as the space shuttle hits bottom

Aaack!!! I watch in horror as the space shuttle hits bottom

Mark, checking underneath for damage. In the background, another RV owner also checking under his rig for damage after he also hits bottom.

Mark, checking underneath for damage. In the background, another RV owner also checking under his rig for damage after he also hits bottom.

Once on the ferry, we enjoy a peaceful ride over to Deer Island

Once on the ferry, we enjoy a peaceful ride over to Deer Island

Ferry to Deer Island

Ferry to Deer Island

Approaching Deer Island

Approaching Deer Island

The next ferry ride was less eventful, with just a minor scraping bottom while loading. Piece of cake!

Deer Island

Deer Island

That's us...the small dot...

That’s us…the small dot…

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Waiting in line for the ferry from Deer Island to the mainland

The mainland

Approaching the mainland

And so, we had made it pretty safely over to the mainland. From there, we zipped up Rt. 114, and to Headquarters Campground in Fundy National Park. If you don’t already know this, the Bay of Fundy has some of the highest tides in the world. At this time, tides were at about 40′. So, when the tide goes out, it really goes out, leaving  you and your dogs with a gigantic beach to explore!

Mark & Dax

Mark & Dax

Bay of Fundy @ low tide

Bay of Fundy @ low tide

Bay of Fundy @ low tide & sunset

Bay of Fundy @ low tide & sunset

Trixie

Trixie

The harbor at low tide

The harbor at low tide

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Low tide

Canada was already proving to be fun, exciting, challenging, and beautiful. And we’d only done a couple dumb things today, so, chalk it up as another great day

Were We Abducted By Space Aliens?

Low tide @ Lubec, Maine

Low tide @ Lubec, Maine

Day 63      August 11

August 11th was a day full of crazy shit.

First of all, somehow, after doing a crap load of laundry the day before, we’d ended up with more laundry to do in the morning. Maybe it was the doggie blankets, I don’t really remember now. But really, how much laundry can you create while living in a van?

Next was the funny woman we met at our campground. She had recently purchased an Airstream Interstate, just like ours, but newer. And, just like we were a year ago, this woman was absolutely clueless about how to operate her space shuttle. She was begging us for help when she couldn’t figure out why her vehicle was beeping. Uh, how ‘bout putting on your seatbelt? Yep, that.

Next crazy thing was me talking to AT&T and finding out that our most recent bill was $575. WTF???? Put them on the list of companies I hate.

We left our campground and headed up Route 1, just a little ways, to Schoodic Point, which is separate from the rest, but still, part of Acadia National Park.

Schoodic Point

Schoodic Point

Fiona @ Schoodic Point

Fiona @ Schoodic Point

Schoodic Point

Schoodic Point

Snorkeling

Snorkeling

A little help....please.....

A little help….please…..

Gumby & Pokey do another photo shoot.

Gumby & Pokey do another photo shoot.

Schoodic Point

Schoodic Point

Man in nature

Man in nature

Check out the view from up here

Check out the view from up here

Wheeeeeeeee!!!! We made it to Schoodic Point!!

Wheeeeeeeee!!!! We made it to Schoodic Point!!

Schoodic Point

Schoodic Point

As we were parking Fiona in what definitely seemed to be a “no parking” kind of spot, we were approached by a ranger. He wasn’t coming to tell us that we couldn’t park there, but he was coming over to talk to us about our RV, and to weasel his way into getting a tour of the inside. Seems he plans to retire in about a year, and wants to get a space shuttle just like ours!

We finally had to get on our way, said goodbye to Acadia National Park, and headed north. Just as we were leaving Schoodic Point, we saw a cow on a leash in somebody’s front yard. Yeehaw!! Must be Maine!!

It was early evening when we arrived in Lubec, Maine, the easternmost town in the USA.

Welcome to Lubec!

Welcome to Lubec!

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The sign-in board, as you enter Lubec

The sign-in board, as you enter Lubec

We walked around the tiny town, watched the sunset and marveled at the extreme low tide. Met some really nice local peeps watching the sunset, and more nice local peeps inside the local tavern.

Lubec

Lubec

Low tide in Lubec

Low tide in Lubec

Lubec

Lubec

Lubec

Lubec

The main street in Lubec

The main street in Lubec

Fish mural in downtown Lubec

Fish mural in downtown Lubec

Tiny little main street in Lubec

Tiny little main street in Lubec

Cute little town with cute little storefronts.

Cute little town with cute little storefronts.

Lubec

Lubec

It was in Lubec that we thought perhaps we’d been abducted by aliens, ‘cause the time indicated on our cell phones, kept switching back and forth by an hour. And Mark’s phone and my phone weren’t in agreement about what time it was either.

Finally, we figured out (‘cause one of those nice local peeps told us) what was happening. We were literally, at the border to New Brunswick, Canada, and New Brunswick is on Atlantic Time…an hour ahead of Eastern Time. Our electronic devices were confused, as they kept jumping back and forth to the Canadian networks and picking up the Canadian time.

Low tide @ sunset. Lubec, Maine

Low tide @ sunset. Lubec, Maine

Low tide @ sunset. Lubec, Maine

Low tide @ sunset. Lubec, Maine

Low tide @ sunset. Lubec, Maine

Low tide @ sunset. Lubec, Maine

August 11th was a day full of crazy shit, but it stopped short of including alien abductions. Phew.