For the first time on this trip on Tuesday we did nothing. Well, not quite true, we read, I caught up on some work and we both slept. Sharon had awakened feeling like she had a cold coming on and I had sympathetic symptoms, so we did nothing. We finally left the room about 6:30 to get dinner. It was a bit strange, but on Wednesday, a travel day, she felt somewhat better, as did I. We both left Halifax feeling as if we had not done that charming little city any justice. Next time, and if I have my way there will be a next time, in 2017, inshallah, when we hope to spend four weeks in the Maritimes.
And so we set out from Halifax to Quebec City. That, my friends, is a looong drive (~1000 km) and so we decided to break it up, spending the night in Great Falls, which is a picturesque Acadian town in New Brunswick, just about five kilometres from the border with Maine.
The result of all this is not much visually. Just a few windshield snaps.
|Note the fine window reflections|
|Ever since we were in Alaska about 25 years ago, Sharon has been chasing moose. Given all the time we have spent in Canada, this trip and several others, she has this sense of entitlement. Tho moose do not agree. These are the only moose she has seen|
|Actually a pretty scene, somewhere in New Brunswick after we left Nova Scotia|
|Tim Horton's we have seen plenty of these, in English (Always Fresh" and in French (Toujours frais). They are thicker on the ground than Starbucks in the US|