A week and (almost) 3,000 miles later, I’m back from Cape Breton, with a few detours through other bits of Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, and Maine. A rather wonderful area of the world. Even with all the driving involved, I’m quite glad I did it. Pictures and more, later. First, I have to process both the fantastic news of another victory for good, and then the apparent open adoption of bloodlust as a motivator at McCain-Palin rallies.
(It was figured that this trip also allows me to say that I’ve now travelled every single mile of I-95, from Houlton, Maine to Miami, Florida. Just because.)
Beth
What is that thing in the picture? Do not tell me it is a moose, because I don’t believe in them. (I have made many trips to Wyoming and people are always saying, “Did you see the moose? Well, it was right there by the side of the road when we drove by, you must have just missed it.” I think they are a myth. Like kangaroos in Australia — I always “just missed” them, too.
MB
Six moose said hello on this trip (funnily enough, they all urged me to vote against Palin). Must stay in Canada because of the border crossing waits – was ridiculous, in St. Stephen/Calais.
This one spent the night in our campground (unknown to me, until I poked my head out of the tent at dawn.).
Deb D.
WOW. What a great shot!