<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177563191644030658</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:59:57.867-06:00</updated><category term='Touring New Brunswick Canada'/><category term='Route map - Hancock Maine to St. Andrews NB'/><category term='Last week in Prince Edward Island'/><category term='Anne&apos;s Land on Prince Edward Island'/><category term='Route from Denver to Bristol Indiana'/><category term='Tabette goes to Utah'/><category term='Route map - Niagara Falls to Maine'/><category term='Bristol Indiana'/><category term='Touring Northern Ontario and Northern Michigan'/><category term='Tabette goes island hopping'/><category term='Route map - Indiana to Maine'/><category term='Tabette goes to Keystone'/><category term='Visit with cousins in Maine'/><category term='Tabette visits Nebraska'/><category term='Leaving New England'/><category term='Home at last'/><title type='text'>Travels with Roxie</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is about our travels with "Tabette" - our 2004 T@B travel trailer, which I bought in January 2005. Since then Roxie and I have had lots of fun camping and traveling.
Last August we travelled to the Canadian Maritime Provinces - New Brunswick, Prince Edward Island, and Nova Scotia. On the way we stopped at Niagara Falls, camped on Lake Ontario, and visited friends in Vermont and cousins in Maine. We drove home via Yellowstone and visited with Bonnie &amp; Alan on Yellowstone River.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Judy &amp;amp; Roxie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177563191644030658.post-3667535501416570551</id><published>2008-01-14T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T08:11:44.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Judy's web page</title><content type='html'>Judy's web page coming soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177563191644030658-3667535501416570551?l=tabettestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/3667535501416570551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177563191644030658&amp;postID=3667535501416570551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/3667535501416570551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/3667535501416570551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/2008/01/judys-web-page.html' title='Judy&apos;s web page'/><author><name>Judy &amp;amp; Roxie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177563191644030658.post-4017051472129961858</id><published>2007-10-17T16:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:43:28.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home at last'/><title type='text'>Yellowstone and Grand Tetons</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Home at last...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now happily home after more than seven weeks away. We drove more than 10,000 miles and spent... well, I really don't want to add it all up! Tabette is all covered up and put away for the season, waiting for our next outing next spring perhaps. (That's Tabette on the left.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RxaiIVgBZVI/AAAAAAAAATY/L8nn80_OkME/s1600-h/DSC01278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122459890274624850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RxaiIVgBZVI/AAAAAAAAATY/L8nn80_OkME/s320/DSC01278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, October 9, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left the cabin and drove through Yellowstone, this time through Canyon Village and Yellowstone Lake. Here's a colorful view of the Yellowstone River near Mammoth Hot Springs and the sleepy bison at the lower terrace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RxaeL1gBZPI/AAAAAAAAASo/JbGqHGp1pR0/s1600-h/DSC01254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122455552357655794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RxaeL1gBZPI/AAAAAAAAASo/JbGqHGp1pR0/s320/DSC01254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rxae0VgBZQI/AAAAAAAAASw/dA4QGcMpKGM/s1600-h/DSC01257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122456248142357762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rxae0VgBZQI/AAAAAAAAASw/dA4QGcMpKGM/s320/DSC01257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped to view the lower falls near Canyon Village and had lunch at Yellowstone Lake. It was finally a lovely, warm day so we took full advantage. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RxafTVgBZRI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1OW6boDx8N4/s1600-h/DSC01259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122456780718302482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RxafTVgBZRI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1OW6boDx8N4/s320/DSC01259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We found one of the few picnic tables still accessible on the lake. Lots of the access roads were covered with snow since it had snowed quite a bit over the weekend. As a matter of fact, two of the roads through the park were still closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rxaf2FgBZSI/AAAAAAAAATA/hKERFM_IK7A/s1600-h/DSC01262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122457377718756642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rxaf2FgBZSI/AAAAAAAAATA/hKERFM_IK7A/s200/DSC01262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When going south out of Yellowstone National Park, you drive right into Grand Teton National Park in the Bridger Teton National Forest. The sun was just perfect to show the colors but unfortunately this picture does not really show the gorgeous yellows. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rxag5VgBZTI/AAAAAAAAATI/_8nABZhWdqQ/s1600-h/DSC01267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122458533064959282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rxag5VgBZTI/AAAAAAAAATI/_8nABZhWdqQ/s320/DSC01267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But here's one of the first views you get of the Grand Tetons from the north from Yellowstone. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rxaha1gBZUI/AAAAAAAAATQ/9G5QF_7vbWY/s1600-h/DSC01268.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stopped overnight at Jackson, Wyoming and then drove home the next day. Here's one shot taken just south of Jackson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rxaqx1gBZWI/AAAAAAAAATg/jz_yqT1xPiU/s1600-h/DSC01268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122469399332218210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rxaqx1gBZWI/AAAAAAAAATg/jz_yqT1xPiU/s200/DSC01268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, October 8, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a ride to Bozeman to check it out and have lunch. Then we took a ride up north and east of Bozeman. As you can see, the area is very beautiful.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RxachFgBZNI/AAAAAAAAASY/sBfm1p8tZXI/s1600-h/DSC01245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122453718406620370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RxachFgBZNI/AAAAAAAAASY/sBfm1p8tZXI/s320/DSC01245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RxacPFgBZMI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MAzx74DxbXE/s1600-h/DSC01247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122453409168975042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RxacPFgBZMI/AAAAAAAAASQ/MAzx74DxbXE/s320/DSC01247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, October 7, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday we finally got to go into Yellowstone to see Old Faithful. Of course it started snowing so we couldn't get any good pictures of the geyser. But we had a great tour of the Yellowstone Inn and we saw a few lazy bison on the roadside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RxaY-VgBZHI/AAAAAAAAARo/eEfRLKKYGSs/s1600-h/DSC01235.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RxaY-VgBZHI/AAAAAAAAARo/eEfRLKKYGSs/s1600-h/DSC01235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122449822871282802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RxaY-VgBZHI/AAAAAAAAARo/eEfRLKKYGSs/s320/DSC01235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of photos of the upper and lower terraces near Mammoth Hot Springs. Not very appealing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RxaZ9VgBZJI/AAAAAAAAAR4/aVBUAQmet7g/s1600-h/DSC01240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122450905203041426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RxaZ9VgBZJI/AAAAAAAAAR4/aVBUAQmet7g/s320/DSC01240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RxaZt1gBZII/AAAAAAAAARw/Wh7RYaqd1pE/s1600-h/DSC01239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122450638915069058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RxaZt1gBZII/AAAAAAAAARw/Wh7RYaqd1pE/s320/DSC01239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roxie meets skunk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at the cabin, the dogs were quite funny. Both being terriers, they each thought they were the only dog in the house. They'd walk past each other and pretend they didn't see each other. One night, I opened the front door to let Roxie outside. Thankfully, I had her on the leash because the skunk that was getting into the garbage, wasn't about to give it up. (The person who put the garbage bag temporarily on the front porch shall remain nameless.) Roxie immediately jumped on the skunk while I tugged on the leash as hard as I could. After what seemed like an hour, I was able to drag Roxie off the skunk and pull her back into the house. I slammed the door just before the skunk left its mark on the front of the house. For the next few days we had to live with the skunk smell in the front rooms and Roxie had to have another bath when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, October 4, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We followed I94 through North Dakota and stopped at this rest area near Medora. It's a view of the Painted Canyon in Theodore Roosevelt National Park. It reminds me of the Painted Desert in Arizona. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RxaQ0lgBZEI/AAAAAAAAARQ/19OIw8OR1X8/s1600-h/DSC01223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122440859274536002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RxaQ0lgBZEI/AAAAAAAAARQ/19OIw8OR1X8/s320/DSC01223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The national park is in Little Missouri National Grasslands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was into Montana, the final leg of our journey, for a few days anyway. We were joining my sister Bonnie, her husband Alan, and their dog Jasmine. They had rented a cabin just south of Livingston, right on the Yellowstone River. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture shows the view from the balcony at the cabin.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RxaYElgBZGI/AAAAAAAAARg/wHvfyXm8BsA/s1600-h/DSC01231.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next two days were rainy, snowy, and windy so I hung out in the cabin enjoying the view.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rxaa21gBZKI/AAAAAAAAASA/8kHPGR5tebQ/s1600-h/DSC01231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122451893045519522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rxaa21gBZKI/AAAAAAAAASA/8kHPGR5tebQ/s320/DSC01231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177563191644030658-4017051472129961858?l=tabettestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/4017051472129961858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177563191644030658&amp;postID=4017051472129961858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/4017051472129961858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/4017051472129961858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/2007/10/yellowstone-and-grand-tetons.html' title='Yellowstone and Grand Tetons'/><author><name>Judy &amp;amp; Roxie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RxaiIVgBZVI/AAAAAAAAATY/L8nn80_OkME/s72-c/DSC01278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177563191644030658.post-8034298084447691361</id><published>2007-10-03T20:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:43:29.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Touring Northern Ontario and Northern Michigan'/><title type='text'>Touring Northern Ontario and Northern Michigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, October 3, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're in Bismark, North Dakota. What a trip it's been these past four days driving from Maine! I thought the roads in Nova Scotia and PEI were bad but Quebec and Ontario win the prize. They also win for worst signage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow we'll meet my sister Bonnie and brother-in-law Alan in Yellowstone and we'll continue the party for a few more days. It's an unexpected but delightful way to end my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, September 30, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Cindy and Jim’s on Sunday morning and drove to just south of Montreal. We took route 91 from Vermont to Canada and then went west toward Montreal, then south to the KOA. Taking that route was a big mistake it turns out, not only because the roads made you seasick, but also because the KOA was right on route 15, which I could have taken from New York (instead of going through Quebec). Long story short, on Monday morning I must have wasted about 2 hours following the directions they gave me to get to Ottawa without going into Montreal (how many constructions zones can one province have anyway?). I ended up going through the border crossing at Elvira NY and then back into Canada at Cornwall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a very long day driving (13 hours) and we only got to Sudbury, Ontario. The last few hours were horrible. The roads were all torn up and under construction. It was raining and pitch black. Impossible to see. We drove around Sudbury for a couple of hours trying to follow directions to the campground but I couldn’t see the signs. Finally found it at around 9:30. I had a huge surprise waiting inside Tabette. The curtains were on the floor, the cabinet with the clothes had opened and the clothes were on the bed. The knob to shut the ceiling fan vent was on the floor and I couldn’t reattach it without taking the entire assembly out. The vent cover was stuck open too. All in all, it was a very bad day. Probably the worst day of this entire trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was a better day. We drove across Northern Ontario and into Michigan at Sault Ste. Marie. Then we drove along the southern shores of Lake Superior on route 28. Most of the time the drive was very scenic and the road was pretty good. Here are a couple of pictures taken from the highway around Espanola in Northern Ontario. From Sudbury to the western border was very nice; lots of lakes and lots of folks with canoes on top of their cars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwRYbhmVu7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/NU455OtnVPY/s1600-h/DSC01201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117312306498616242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwRYbhmVu7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/NU455OtnVPY/s320/DSC01201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwRUQRmVu3I/AAAAAAAAAO0/x7UbL1r_c-g/s1600-h/DSC01210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117307715178576754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwRUQRmVu3I/AAAAAAAAAO0/x7UbL1r_c-g/s320/DSC01210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Northern Michigan is also very beautiful. They have lots of places to stop and view Lake Superior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwRVFRmVu4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/tR8HlABiCCU/s1600-h/DSC01215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117308625711643522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwRVFRmVu4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/tR8HlABiCCU/s320/DSC01215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwRVSxmVu5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/r40rfNp1_NU/s1600-h/DSC01218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117308857639877522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwRVSxmVu5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/r40rfNp1_NU/s320/DSC01218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stopped at a lovely campground just outside Michigamme. Roxie had a good walk and we relaxed before it got dark. The time change is tomorrow at the Wisconsin border. It poured all night and even though the vent cover was stuck partially open, it didn't get wet inside Tabette.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwRVsBmVu6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/z9ZOGD1CQlM/s1600-h/DSC01221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117309291431574434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwRVsBmVu6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/z9ZOGD1CQlM/s320/DSC01221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It’s interesting the different questions asked by the border guards at the border crossings. My first crossing into Canada was at Port Huron; the guard asked if I had any guns or other weapons like mace or pepper spray. He wanted to know if I was taking any alcohol into Canada too. When I crossed from Ontario into NY at Cornwall (the first time), the woman basically read from a script, wanting to know if I had made any purchases in Canada and what was my place of residence. When I crossed into Canada at Campobello Island, the guard asked where I was going in Canada and why. He also asked about weapons. I was asked to pull over and a female officer looked in the trailer, checking for people being smuggled in I presume. We had a delightful conversation about the size of the trailer and she said to have a great vacation in Canada. Coming back to the US from New Brunswick, the US border guard asked where I had been and if I had made any purchases. Then he said “Welcome home.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I crossed into Ontario from Vermont on my way home this time, the guard asked if I had any guns, rifles, or automatic weapons. I said “No.” Then she said, “Do you own any guns, rifles, or automatic weapons?” After hearing my response, I noticed a trace of a smile and she sent me on my way. By accident, the next day I crossed into the US again at Cornwall. The Canadian guard was very helpful, telling me how to get going back toward Ottawa without backtracking, but it meant I would have to cross back into the US. The young lady at that crossing (which was only several feet away from the Canadian crossing) was very friendly, but she opened the back of my car and took the keys to Tabette. She opened the door and peaked in but didn’t make any comment. I suppose she was looking for illegal aliens, weapons, or undeclared purchases, but she didn’t explain her reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my last crossing into the US, at Sault Ste. Marie, over the big bridge. The crossing guard asked where I was from, how long I had been in Canada (that was hard to explain), and what I had purchased in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that the Canadian guards are concerned about weapons and alcohol, while the American guards are concerned about what you purchased. I don’t remember that any American guard asked about weapons. It was kind of surprising. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177563191644030658-8034298084447691361?l=tabettestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/8034298084447691361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177563191644030658&amp;postID=8034298084447691361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/8034298084447691361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/8034298084447691361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/2007/10/touring-northern-ontario-and-northern.html' title='Touring Northern Ontario and Northern Michigan'/><author><name>Judy &amp;amp; Roxie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwRYbhmVu7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/NU455OtnVPY/s72-c/DSC01201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177563191644030658.post-400644526822393654</id><published>2007-09-30T19:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:43:33.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leaving New England'/><title type='text'>Leaving New England</title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are now just south of Montreal. I'll try to catch you up on what's been happening with us. We changed our plans to go south on the way home because my sister Bonnie invited us to join them in Yellowstone for a few days. So now I'm heading directly west to Montana via Quebec and Ontario. We are sorry to be leaving New England and the fall colors. It's not quite peak season for the colors, so I haven't taken any good fall color pictures yet. I hope to get some in Ontario tomorrow and maybe the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, September 30, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;For the past few days we've been playing in and around coastal Maine: Hancock, Bangor, Ellsworth, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Schoodic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Point (part of Acadia National Park). My cousin Cindy had her shop open for the weekend so we were busy getting furniture painted and ready for the sale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, my cousin Pete took me for a ride on his Honda motorcycle. It was a warm and sunny day. We rode out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Schoodic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to watch the waves. On the way, we stopped in Winter Harbor to look at a fish packing plant and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wharf&lt;/span&gt; where they unload and package lobster. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBTJBmVuhI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Zg0_ecGEJiQ/s1600-h/DSC01156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116180591206054418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBTJBmVuhI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Zg0_ecGEJiQ/s320/DSC01156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBTjxmVuiI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/CXZC_Zm1jQE/s1600-h/DSC01157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116181050767555106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBTjxmVuiI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/CXZC_Zm1jQE/s320/DSC01157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we were there, hundreds of sea gulls swarmed above us and unfortunately left a couple of gifts on my cousin's motorcycle. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBUcRmVujI/AAAAAAAAAMY/kBKA-9KapZU/s1600-h/DSC01160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116182021430164018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBUcRmVujI/AAAAAAAAAMY/kBKA-9KapZU/s200/DSC01160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After Pete cleaned off his motorcycle, we proceeded to the real mission -- to see &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBhIRmVuvI/AAAAAAAAAN0/m-g8a0zzbDU/s1600-h/DSC01181.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the wonderful rocks and water at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Schoodic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBf0RmVutI/AAAAAAAAANk/oz_ZtqDeiGc/s1600-h/DSC01164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116194528374930130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBf0RmVutI/AAAAAAAAANk/oz_ZtqDeiGc/s320/DSC01164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBgRxmVuuI/AAAAAAAAANs/CX6ssszsH0o/s1600-h/DSC01163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116195035181071074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBgRxmVuuI/AAAAAAAAANs/CX6ssszsH0o/s320/DSC01163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBrtxmVu0I/AAAAAAAAAOc/POu4cyxM9vk/s1600-h/DSC01181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116207610845313858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBrtxmVu0I/AAAAAAAAAOc/POu4cyxM9vk/s320/DSC01181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Thursday I drove up to Smyrna to visit with my cousins Dennis and Kathy. My cousin Kenny from Ohio was even there visiting, and my mother's cousin Betty came over too. We had a very pleasant time telling stories and looking at old family pictures. On the way home I saw a lovely young Moose along the highway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture shows the view toward Mt. Katahdin in Baxter State Park.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwRKFhmVu1I/AAAAAAAAAOk/FCl3LFKTDQc/s1600-h/DSC01149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117296535378705234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwRKFhmVu1I/AAAAAAAAAOk/FCl3LFKTDQc/s320/DSC01149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad the weather didn't cooperate that day. But you can see some of the fall colors, which were probably about at their peak that week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The drive up from Bangor is a very easy drive (about 2 hours) with very little traffic. I remember driving up as a kid (before the highway was in) and it was a 12-hour trek from home in Connecticut back in those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, September 24, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Markland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Resort and drove along the western shore of Cape Breton. It was very windy, which made the waves pretty outstanding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBVhRmVukI/AAAAAAAAAMg/HMIz_ZHcio4/s1600-h/DSC01132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116183206841137730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBVhRmVukI/AAAAAAAAAMg/HMIz_ZHcio4/s320/DSC01132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBW8RmVumI/AAAAAAAAAMw/bXMwUFyAy1c/s1600-h/DSC01134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116184770209233506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBW8RmVumI/AAAAAAAAAMw/bXMwUFyAy1c/s320/DSC01134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBWhhmVulI/AAAAAAAAAMo/SdSNYCBNJSU/s1600-h/DSC01127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116184310647732818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBWhhmVulI/AAAAAAAAAMo/SdSNYCBNJSU/s320/DSC01127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cape Breton is a delightful place. The people are very friendly and natural. The scenery is outstanding and the roads were uncrowded (although bumpy). They had road signs like this "/\/\/\" which I discovered meant "bumpy road ahead". These signs were on most roads in Canada, and yes I checked my tires often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The eastern side of Cape Breton is just as spectacular as the western side. We took a ride down to Smokey Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBm0xmVuxI/AAAAAAAAAOE/8i4mR-v-JTE/s1600-h/DSC01114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116202233546259218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBm0xmVuxI/AAAAAAAAAOE/8i4mR-v-JTE/s320/DSC01114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of signs, I love this sign indicating that you shouldn't ever turn your back on the ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBngxmVuyI/AAAAAAAAAOM/gbEy-GM1CLo/s1600-h/DSC01115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116202989460503330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBngxmVuyI/AAAAAAAAAOM/gbEy-GM1CLo/s200/DSC01115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the weather wasn't great on the day we left Cape Breton, we drove straight through to Five Islands on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Glooscap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Trail, hoping to see the tidal bore. Turns out you’d have to stand around for about 6 hours to see anything and low tide was at around 5:30, so high tide would be around midnight. But here are some pictures of the area. We camped again right on the edge overlooking the Bay of Fundy. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBYwxmVuoI/AAAAAAAAANA/uleYQEKpDs0/s1600-h/DSC01139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116186771663993474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBYwxmVuoI/AAAAAAAAANA/uleYQEKpDs0/s320/DSC01139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBYYRmVunI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4cpJ5Y5HWho/s1600-h/DSC01137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116186350757198450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBYYRmVunI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4cpJ5Y5HWho/s320/DSC01137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We very much enjoyed our time at the resort in Cape Breton. Here are some photos taken from the deck off my room. As you can see, you can't see another house, road, or person. It would be a great retirement job to work here during the summers. But the women who worked there didn't seem to cozy up to the idea of giving up their jobs. Roxie had the option of being on the lawn or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;porch&lt;/span&gt; or going inside to relax in her kennel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBajhmVurI/AAAAAAAAANU/_Two9AfQVuE/s1600-h/DSC01102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116188743053982386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBajhmVurI/AAAAAAAAANU/_Two9AfQVuE/s320/DSC01102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBaQRmVuqI/AAAAAAAAANM/UqJLGidZLNM/s1600-h/DSC01107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116188412341500578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBaQRmVuqI/AAAAAAAAANM/UqJLGidZLNM/s320/DSC01107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBbcBmVusI/AAAAAAAAANc/p1dhGwNI_P8/s1600-h/DSC01088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116189713716591298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBbcBmVusI/AAAAAAAAANc/p1dhGwNI_P8/s320/DSC01088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I meant to take photos of the showers I've encountered on this trip, but I never did it. But I can tell you they run the gamut from open-air shower (no heat) complete with spider webs, to state-of-art spa-quality bathrooms. Excuse me, in Canada, it's a 'wash room.' Now I understand why most campgrounds close in early September - they have no heat in the restrooms! I found the nicest spa-like bathrooms at some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;KOA's&lt;/span&gt; and at the upscale campground in Vermont (Smuggler's Notch). That restroom even had an indoor water fountain (like someone would want to meditate in a campground restroom). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177563191644030658-400644526822393654?l=tabettestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/400644526822393654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177563191644030658&amp;postID=400644526822393654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/400644526822393654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/400644526822393654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/2007/09/hi-all-we-are-now-just-south-of.html' title='Leaving New England'/><author><name>Judy &amp;amp; Roxie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RwBTJBmVuhI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Zg0_ecGEJiQ/s72-c/DSC01156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177563191644030658.post-8657029622462012848</id><published>2007-09-21T12:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:43:36.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touring Nova Scotia and Cape Breton Highlands National Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friday September 21, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been about a week since I've had real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; access. I have to chuckle at these places that claim to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; access. The last campground had a room with a phone and I was told I'd have to have my own modem and toll-free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IPS&lt;/span&gt; number. Chuckle. I did finally find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; access at the Gaelic College ($2.00 for as long as you want).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I came up the Cabot Trail along the northwest shore of Cape Breton. Spectacular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scenery&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQPvO58WkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZBvUrCi6hEc/s1600-h/DSC01083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112728781101750850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQPvO58WkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZBvUrCi6hEc/s320/DSC01083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll post some photos from the road. And a couple of pictures from the resort I'm staying at (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Markland&lt;/span&gt; Resort). It's very beautiful here; I could definitely stay longer than three nights. Tomorrow I plan to spend some time at a place called Meat Cove, where they say you can see the whales playing. It's just up the road and it's really at the northern end of the island. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQQA-58WlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/EIi1AiJghDk/s1600-h/DSC01085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112729086044428882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQQA-58WlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/EIi1AiJghDk/s320/DSC01085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQQSe58WmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/T2VERve84yc/s1600-h/DSC01086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112729386692139618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQQSe58WmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/T2VERve84yc/s320/DSC01086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQQie58WnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5zyky3GEXbc/s1600-h/DSC01090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112729661570046578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQQie58WnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5zyky3GEXbc/s320/DSC01090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last photo is the beach at the resort. It's a short walk though a field of wild flowers and a small woods. Roxie had a ball chasing the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, September 19, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another warm sunny day, but windy at the ocean. We went through Sydney, the largest city in Cape Breton, and Glace Bay on our way to the Fortress of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Louisbourg&lt;/span&gt;, a national historic site of Canada. The fortress has been partially restored over the past 20 years. It was originally a fortified seaport founded by the French in 1713 to protect French interests in Quebec. It was captured by the British in 1745, and then given back to France by treaty in 1748. The British changed their minds again and recaptured the fortress in 1758 and again sent the French inhabitants back to France. I’m sure the French were very tired of this after the second time. To make things worse, the British blew up the fortress in 1760, and then withdrew their troops in 1768. At any rate, the reconstructed buildings were very interesting to tour. They had thousands of historically accurate artifacts, not to mention the pigs, turkeys, and chickens in the King’s Bastion. Twice a day they have a military demonstration that includes shooting a cannon. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQQ_-58WoI/AAAAAAAAAKg/YfCcsjYX6jM/s1600-h/DSC01075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112730168376187522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQQ_-58WoI/AAAAAAAAAKg/YfCcsjYX6jM/s320/DSC01075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture shows several of the hundreds of cannons that protected the fortress and outlying lands from the British. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQRTe58WpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/nHkLt2WN6Do/s1600-h/DSC01072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112730503383636626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQRTe58WpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/nHkLt2WN6Do/s320/DSC01072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next is a view of the fortress and a typical fisherman’s house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQSBe58WrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/uYWHzvaROUU/s1600-h/DSC01073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112731293657619122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQSBe58WrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/uYWHzvaROUU/s320/DSC01073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQSQu58WsI/AAAAAAAAALA/2tt685rEjHg/s1600-h/DSC01077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112731555650624194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQSQu58WsI/AAAAAAAAALA/2tt685rEjHg/s320/DSC01077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQSfO58WtI/AAAAAAAAALI/Lsmg7r9rO9s/s1600-h/DSC01079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112731804758727378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQSfO58WtI/AAAAAAAAALI/Lsmg7r9rO9s/s320/DSC01079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the lighthouse in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Louisbourg&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday &amp;amp; Tuesday, September 17 &amp;amp; 18, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we drove from Peggy’s Cove to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Antigonish&lt;/span&gt;, stopping at Clam Beach Provincial Park for a picnic. The first two photos show the lighthouse at Peggy's Cove and the view from the lighthouse. It's said to be the most photographed of all lighthouses in Canada. You can see why. Unfortunately though, lots of people like to see it. Fortunately for me I got there early, before the crowds. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQTGu58WuI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xPbjDlb2VqI/s1600-h/DSC01059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112732483363560162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQTGu58WuI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xPbjDlb2VqI/s320/DSC01059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On my way out I saw at least a dozen tour buses loaded with folks on their way in to see the lighthouse. I couldn't have given &lt;a href="mailto:T@B"&gt;T@B&lt;/a&gt; tours to so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQTzu58WvI/AAAAAAAAALY/o8fv9Tn98a8/s1600-h/DSC01062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112733256457673458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQTzu58WvI/AAAAAAAAALY/o8fv9Tn98a8/s320/DSC01062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQUoO58WwI/AAAAAAAAALg/QpKY0_cQ2is/s1600-h/DSC01063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112734158400805634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQUoO58WwI/AAAAAAAAALg/QpKY0_cQ2is/s320/DSC01063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day (Monday) we drove to North Sydney. Tomorrow we’ll tour the Fortress of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Louisb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQRn-58WqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ErFIYQNZztA/s1600-h/DSC01073.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ourg&lt;/span&gt; historic site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQVCO58WxI/AAAAAAAAALo/VFlDa9fx7JI/s1600-h/DSC01068.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, September 16, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at least the sun was out when I got up. We broke camp quickly and headed south and then east along highway 103 (the Lighthouse Trail). Stopped at a lighthouse that was being repaired (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Baccaro&lt;/span&gt; Light ) and a lighthouse in a little park next to a working peer (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Medway&lt;/span&gt; Lighthouse Park). We drove through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Lunenburg&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Riverport&lt;/span&gt;, with a stop at The Ovens Natural Area. Checked out a campsite there and it was beautiful. On a rock overlooking the ocean. But it was too remote and there were no hookups, and just an outhouse. Then we drove all the way up to Peggy’s Cove. We’re staying at a campground just outside Peggy’s Cove so we can stop there in the morning and then head up the coast. There is a place on the other side of Halifax that sounds like it would be nice to see. Then we’ll head for Cape Breton Island. I think I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been anxious to settle in somewhere and stop all this driving. On Friday, we go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Markland&lt;/span&gt; resort at the top of Cape Breton, so we want to be within a couple of hours of there the night before (Thursday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, September 15, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, it was raining when we woke up this morning. We left the Plantation campground as soon as we could and started driving down route 101 along the northern coast of southwest Nova &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Scotia&lt;/span&gt;. We stopped at Annapolis Royal and toured Port Royal, which is a re-creation of the oldest permanent European settlement north of St. Augustine, Florida. They slept on horsehair mattresses (if you could call them mattresses). It was very dark, rustic, and lacked any feminine influence. It appeared to house only soldiers and gentlemen. There was lots of wood to be chopped and the cannons protected them from marauding folks. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQVou58WyI/AAAAAAAAALw/s4PHlEitXVY/s1600-h/DSC01043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112735266502368034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQVou58WyI/AAAAAAAAALw/s4PHlEitXVY/s320/DSC01043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQV9-58WzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/u8oMgEZa5X8/s1600-h/DSC01044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112735631574588210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQV9-58WzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/u8oMgEZa5X8/s320/DSC01044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could make my way to the Port Royal tour, I had to give T@B tours to an entire busload of tourists from the US. It was really pretty funny, but they had a lot of questions. Then I went downtown to Annapolis Royal to tour the Fort Anne site. I decided against doing the tour and I just walked around the grounds. I was accosted by a couple who wanted to see inside the cute little trailer. Then it started really pouring so I headed south. Drove until I found a campsite at Darling Lake. Saw three lighthouses on the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177563191644030658-8657029622462012848?l=tabettestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/8657029622462012848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177563191644030658&amp;postID=8657029622462012848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/8657029622462012848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/8657029622462012848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/2007/09/finally-touring-cape-breton-highlands.html' title='Touring Nova Scotia and Cape Breton Highlands National Park'/><author><name>Judy &amp;amp; Roxie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RvQPvO58WkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZBvUrCi6hEc/s72-c/DSC01083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177563191644030658.post-1797559124392859203</id><published>2007-09-14T16:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:43:38.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last week in Prince Edward Island'/><title type='text'>Touring Prince Edward Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friday, September 14, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yesterday we left PEI over the bridge and drove into Nova Scotia. We traveled along the southern shore of Fundy Bay and stopped overnight in Pictou. Then onto what they call the Gloosecap Trail, which follows the northern edge of Nova Scotia along Minas Basin and the Bay of Fundy. The route then becomes the Evangeline Trail. We took a side road to see the Walton Lighthouse and another side road to see Scots Bay Look off (they call them look offs rather than look outs). &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusnHwEoJtI/AAAAAAAAAJw/eIXuc1dxJ78/s1600-h/DSC01037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110221216298837714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusnHwEoJtI/AAAAAAAAAJw/eIXuc1dxJ78/s320/DSC01037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the view from the look off. You can see the Bay of Fundy at almost high tide. On the way out of Nova Scotia, I plan to stop at a place called Five Islands where you can see the tides converge. That will be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusnYQEoJuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/acStUxr3Id8/s1600-h/DSC01040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110221499766679266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusnYQEoJuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/acStUxr3Id8/s320/DSC01040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a long day of driving on very bumpy roads, we are exhausted and have stopped at a pretty nice campground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roads in all three provinces are really in bad shape. The major roads are OK, but the side sightseeing routes are full of patches, dips, and potholes. It’s sometimes difficult to even stay on the road and it’s quite dangerous driving, especially when you pass a large truck or a large camper (and there are plenty of those).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, September 12, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove part way up the northern coast of PEI this morning after cleaning up after a very wet and windy night. If you follow the coastal highway signs, you will see all the shoreline of the entire island. The North Cape Coastal Drive is about 300 km, the central Blue Heron Coastal Drive is about 200 km, and the easternmost loop, called Points East Coastal Drive, is about 412 km (that’s where we ran out of gas). Even though it’s not a very big island, you can sure put on the miles when you’re sightseeing. I figure I’ve put on at least 1,000 miles just on PEI while driving around the loops and doing some backtracking. So far I’ve driven almost 4,000 miles since leaving home on August 20th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped for lunch today at the West Point lighthouse. The sign said the only Canadian lighthouse with an Inn in the lighthouse. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusQowEoJiI/AAAAAAAAAIY/BHa9KKqIEuk/s1600-h/DSC01033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110196494467081762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusQowEoJiI/AAAAAAAAAIY/BHa9KKqIEuk/s320/DSC01033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It also had a restaurant, which served up a delicious bowl of seafood chowder, including a warm biscuit with butter! The wind was blowing like crazy and they said the fishermen were coming back in because the water was too choppy. Here are a couple of pictures of the lighthouse and the angry ocean. Roxie was even afraid to go too close but she was very excited about all the stuff to smell on the beach. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusSIwEoJkI/AAAAAAAAAIo/R_7tjxMLmZg/s1600-h/DSC01032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110198143734523458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusSIwEoJkI/AAAAAAAAAIo/R_7tjxMLmZg/s320/DSC01032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that excitement, we decided to stay inland at Mill River Provincial Park. It’s next to the river and a lovely golf course. I’ve never seen such huge campsites and we have it almost all to ourselves. Here’s the view from the window. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusSbwEoJlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sh7acUcHFWM/s1600-h/DSC01035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110198470152037970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusSbwEoJlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sh7acUcHFWM/s320/DSC01035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The park employees are winding down for the season. They get to ride golf carts around, and right now they’re cleaning the picnic tables before storing them for the winter I suppose. Everywhere I go I’m hitting the end of the season and they’re starting to close up. I hope Nova Scotia has some parks open next week and the week after. I’d better do some research on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only future reservation I have is at a resort at the northern most tip of Cape Breton. I am really looking forward to a few nights in a luxury setting with a gourmet restaurant right there. After that, there’s nowhere further north or east to go, so I’ll have to settle for returning to the mainland (New Brunswick and Maine), which is not such a bad thing after all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, September 11, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started rainy and got worse as the day went on. I stopped at an internet café briefly but I couldn’t connect my laptop so I had no way to upload my pictures. Now I’ll put them on my memory stick so if I find another internet café I might be able to upload to the blogger site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the day driving along the southern part of the Points East Coastal Drive, stopping at lighthouses. Most of these are working lighthouses. The first is the Cape Bear lighthouse, which is way out on Cape Bear off a dirt road. It was built in 1881 and moved back from eroding cliffs in 1947. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusNWwEoJfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Go0gOogzhzE/s1600-h/DSC01026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110192886694553074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusNWwEoJfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Go0gOogzhzE/s320/DSC01026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second is the Wood Islands lighthouse, which is situated in a small park on the Northumberland Strait. From the lighthouse you can see the Wood Islands ferry, which goes to Nova Scotia several times a day. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusNoQEoJgI/AAAAAAAAAII/rt0iXVrTj_k/s1600-h/DSC01028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110193187342263810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusNoQEoJgI/AAAAAAAAAII/rt0iXVrTj_k/s320/DSC01028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It costs $80 for a vehicle between 30 and 40 feet. The Confederation Bridge costs $40 plus $6.75 for each extra axel, but you only pay when you leave. It’s free to come into PEI on the bridge, buts it costs to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next lighthouse was on Point Prim. It’s one of the few brick lighthouses in Canada; it’s now covered with wooden shingles and painted white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusQ7QEoJjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ftr1rUrYCdY/s1600-h/DSC01029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110196812294661682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusQ7QEoJjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ftr1rUrYCdY/s320/DSC01029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to head to the North Cape area so we can follow the North Cape Coastal Drive tomorrow. It promises to be a mixed day with both sun and rain. We found a campground that claimed to have internet but when I asked about it, the woman pointed to the phone outside (in the rain). They also claimed to have cable TV, which sort of worked. After spending about an hour trying different cables, I finally got a fuzzy picture of a few channels, but with the wind and pouring rain outside, we were quite pleased to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, September 10, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran out of gas at East Point, PEI this morning. I took the northern route across King’s County PEI and even passed an Irving station on the way. But I thought, there are lots of little towns between here and the end of the island so I’ll stop for gas somewhere on the way. And there were lots of little towns, but none of them had gas. They just had a sign saying the name of their town but no town to speak of. Some were just a scattering of houses. And suddenly there would be a large church in the middle of nowhere, but no town center. I pressed the pedal to the metal hoping there would be gas somewhere along the way, planning my long walk to the nearest ‘town’ and wondering whether it would be better to backtrack or go forward, for who knew what lay ahead? I coasted into East Point, the real eastern point of PEI. It had a lighthouse and a gift shop, but sadly, no gas. I was surely running on fumes as my gas meter reading said ---- miles left and the gauge was well below empty. Here’s a picture of the East Point lighthouse. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusW9QEoJmI/AAAAAAAAAI4/a8CjdOv4dig/s1600-h/DSC01020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110203443724166754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusW9QEoJmI/AAAAAAAAAI4/a8CjdOv4dig/s320/DSC01020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked with the woman (Nancy) who managed the lighthouse and she called a friend who would be happy to bring a few liters of gas for 20 bucks. While we waited for her friend to arrive, we chatted about the island and how she got there. She was originally from Chicago and then moved to Toronto where she owned a high-tech marketing company, and finally moved to PEI. She said she knew she had to live there from the moment she set foot on the island. It does affect you that way, with its beauty and quiet. Her friend was a slight Frenchman who used to be a race car driver. He arrived in his rusty old Volvo station wagon with a huge dog in the back. He poured a couple of liters of gas into my tank and then jovially agreed to follow me to Wilson’s (a gas station) which he said was about 6 km away. At the gas station, he told me to always keep a full tank of gas on the island because you never know where you might find a gas station on the far extremes of the island, and I will take his advice seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned to go south to Brudenell Beach but Nancy pointed out that Red Point Provincial Park had a beautiful beach. So here I am, camped right on the beach. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusXWAEoJnI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Ik84MUuklj0/s1600-h/DSC01021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110203868925929074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusXWAEoJnI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Ik84MUuklj0/s320/DSC01021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing between Tabette and the ocean, except for a cliff of red earth and 33 stair steps to the beach below. We spent a wonderful afternoon walking on the beach and sitting above the beach looking for seals and whales with my binoculars. There is almost no one else here, and they close the park for the season in just a few days. We feel very fortunate to have almost run out of gas, so that we met the lady in the lighthouse who told us about this wonderful campground on the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time Roxie has been able to walk on the beach. After a few times trying to bite the waves, she gave it up and just ran into them for the pleasure of it. She thought there were lots of &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusYPgEoJqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/v0A9VTtGWAY/s1600-h/DSC01022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110204856768407202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusYPgEoJqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/v0A9VTtGWAY/s320/DSC01022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;new and interesting smells on the beach too.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusX5wEoJpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/X5if2EY604s/s1600-h/DSC01024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110204483106252434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusX5wEoJpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/X5if2EY604s/s320/DSC01024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving "Anne's Land" I wanted to show you a couple of pictures of the landscape here. The farms go right to the edge of the ocean. Here's a picture from a viewpoint looking north.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusZFgEoJrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/W2-py2xoVvo/s1600-h/DSC00997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110205784481343154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusZFgEoJrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/W2-py2xoVvo/s320/DSC00997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, they're not huge white worms, but just those same rolled haybails wrapped in white plastic. Apparently they have a machine that wraps the rolled bails and it looks like they leave them in the fields for the winter. Come to think of it I haven't seen a whole lot of hay barns on the island.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusZzAEoJsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BDCrn-zth6E/s1600-h/DSC01019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110206566165391042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusZzAEoJsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/BDCrn-zth6E/s320/DSC01019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177563191644030658-1797559124392859203?l=tabettestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/1797559124392859203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177563191644030658&amp;postID=1797559124392859203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/1797559124392859203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/1797559124392859203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/2007/09/wednesday-september-12-2007-we-drove.html' title='Touring Prince Edward Island'/><author><name>Judy &amp;amp; Roxie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RusnHwEoJtI/AAAAAAAAAJw/eIXuc1dxJ78/s72-c/DSC01037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177563191644030658.post-2914390131828514350</id><published>2007-09-11T07:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T07:46:21.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardigan PEI</title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;I just stopped at an internet cafe for the first time but unfortunately I can't upload pictures. It's a rainy day so I'm traveling south along the shore of King's County.The island is divided into three counties: you guessed it - Prince, Queen, and King counties.&lt;br /&gt;They predict sunny days tomorrow and Thursday so I hope to get set up somewhere on the shore so I can enjoy the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are all well and thanks for all your comments. It's really fun to read them and helps me not feel so far from home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177563191644030658-2914390131828514350?l=tabettestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/2914390131828514350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177563191644030658&amp;postID=2914390131828514350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/2914390131828514350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/2914390131828514350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/2007/09/cardigan-pei.html' title='Cardigan PEI'/><author><name>Judy &amp;amp; Roxie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177563191644030658.post-4734800040965529021</id><published>2007-09-10T05:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:43:40.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anne&apos;s Land on Prince Edward Island'/><title type='text'>Anne's Land on Prince Edward Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RuUuJa7tAgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/3Hy4uX2ufeY/s1600-h/DSC00984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108540091705131522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RuUuJa7tAgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/3Hy4uX2ufeY/s320/DSC00984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We’re staying at a nice large campground called ‘Vacationland Campground.’ Here’s the view from inside my screen room looking toward the Brackley River. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's another shot of Roxie enjoying herself at the camp site. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RuUrsq7tAcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nZX1NJGFPMg/s1600-h/DSC00987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108537398760636866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RuUrsq7tAcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nZX1NJGFPMg/s320/DSC00987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday we took a walk along the boardwalk outside Cavendish. It was a beautiful day with just a light breeze. These people have it made here on this island. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RuUvvK7tAiI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UWlipyRQm2A/s1600-h/DSC00993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108541839756821026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RuUvvK7tAiI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UWlipyRQm2A/s320/DSC00993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We toured ‘Anne’s Land’ farm and drove along the coastal highway to Malpeque. I wanted to see Cabot Beach but didn’t find the turn off. Hopefully I’ll see that on the last leg of the tour (North Cape Coastal Drive). We toured the house that Lucy Maud Montgomery wrote about in her stories "Anne of Green Gables."&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RuUyOa7tAmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Cdf9bjUE-Hw/s1600-h/DSC01010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108544575650988642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RuUyOa7tAmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Cdf9bjUE-Hw/s320/DSC01010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went out for a drive on Sunday. It was another beautiful drive first to Brackley Beach and then to Dalvay and Stanhope beaches in PEI National Park. The beaches are unspoiled and it’s like stepping back into time. The Stanhope Beach parking lot might hold 15 or 20 cars. There was a very plain changing house; one side for men and one for women. Look at the sign showing a woman’s silhouette with a clothes hanger. There was also a separate bathhouse and a two-seater outhouse. Very quaint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108543265685963330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RuUxCK7tAkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/g9sX8yiVvuY/s320/DSC01016.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;At an access point near Stanhope Beach, I talked briefly with a woman who was dragging her wind sail up from the beach. She said she learned to wind sail when she spent a year in a camper van on the west coast. She’s an elementary art teacher and her husband just retired. She said all their friends were retiring but she had a few more years to work, being younger than her husband. She said she lived for a few months in Colorado and New Mexico and she loved those states; the only places where she didn’t yearn for the smell of the sea air. She also said she lived for a few years in Ontario for love; that is where her husband is from. She says she has an old farmhouse on PEI and comes for the weekends. She lives and works in Halifax NS. It was very interesting to see her having such fun wind surfing in what she called a very ‘friendly’ ocean. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RuUwva7tAjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1rlyHF_h4Yc/s1600-h/DSC01014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108542943563416114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RuUwva7tAjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1rlyHF_h4Yc/s320/DSC01014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108543630758183506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RuUxXa7tAlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KUi0hstDENc/s320/DSC01017.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove up Route 6 and then to Route 2, which took us along the coast on East Coastal Drive. Everywhere I looked was beautiful and picturesque. The entire province that I’ve seen so far has been pastoral, neat, uncluttered, green, and very well cared for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided tomorrow that we would head for the campground at Brudenell River Provincial Park. Then spend the day touring the northern loop and the next day touring the southern loop. After that we’ll explore the North Cape and then on to Nova Scotia. It should be around Friday or Saturday by that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177563191644030658-4734800040965529021?l=tabettestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/4734800040965529021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177563191644030658&amp;postID=4734800040965529021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/4734800040965529021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/4734800040965529021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/2007/09/were-staying-nice-large-campground.html' title='Anne&apos;s Land on Prince Edward Island'/><author><name>Judy &amp;amp; Roxie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RuUuJa7tAgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/3Hy4uX2ufeY/s72-c/DSC00984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177563191644030658.post-1182056616731634599</id><published>2007-09-06T16:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:43:42.072-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Touring New Brunswick Canada'/><title type='text'>Touring New Brunswick Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RuB6Za7tATI/AAAAAAAAAFU/d1P5491B_XU/s1600-h/DSC00958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107216554583195954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RuB6Za7tATI/AAAAAAAAAFU/d1P5491B_XU/s320/DSC00958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;We left St. Andrews on Tuesday. It looked like another beautiful day was going to happen in St. Andrews. I decided I might try to spend more time there on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove through St. John, which looked like a very nice city and it had a huge cruise ship in the harbor. So far, I have not run into alot of traffic in New Brunswick. I have run into lots of people who are curious about my &lt;a href="mailto:T@B"&gt;T@B&lt;/a&gt; - what's inside, how is it to tow, how cute it is, etc. Lots of folks with huge travel trailers appear to be considering downsizing - they might have what we call 'trailer envy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Fundy National Park. Although it is very nice, it is heavily wooded and I'm looking for beaches and sunshine. So I spent one chilly night there and then moved on up the coast. Here's a picture of the coastline just outside a prettly little town called Alma, right on the coast but still inside Fundy National Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107219522405597522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RuB9GK7tAVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AxObdTfr3lQ/s320/DSC00960.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I sidetracked to a place where people like to rock climb - a place called Cape Enrage. It sounded intriguing so I took the 20 mile detour to see it. Well, I was the only one there! I guess all the rock climbers went back to school? Here's a picture of the lighthouse up at the top of Cape Enrage, which was up a very steep and twisty road. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RuB8R67tAUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/olcEVcKyNAg/s1600-h/DSC00963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107218624757432642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RuB8R67tAUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/olcEVcKyNAg/s320/DSC00963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was on to Hopewell Cape with the famous flowerpot rocks. It's 99 steps down to see them and 99 steps back up to the top. Whew! They had a very nice visitor center. Here's a shot of the rocks from above and then from the ocean floor. The big deal is that you can walk on the ocean floor at low tide and then when the tide comes in, the top of the rocks look like small islands which people like to kayak around. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RuB_Uq7tAWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4THrpDQ34iI/s1600-h/DSC00969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107221970536956258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RuB_Uq7tAWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4THrpDQ34iI/s320/DSC00969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RuCAA67tAXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wCSxp_oBZf8/s1600-h/DSC00970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107222730746167666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RuCAA67tAXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wCSxp_oBZf8/s320/DSC00970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove up the western coast of New Brunswick to Kouchibouguac National Park. Again it was a beautiful wooded park with lots of marshland to explore. It would be a wonderful place to visit in the summer because there were lots of bike trails and opportunities to kayak. But I was there three days after they closed up the bike and kayak rental places as well as the restaurants. There were a few birds sitting in the river, looking for a free dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107225930496803218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RuCC7K7tAZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/KdFuUF1H0vI/s320/DSC00974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Roxie has been a good girl on this trip, although she's had a few 'oh no' moments. One was just yesterday when I left her in the camper and forgot that I had two sandwich rolls within her reach. She made short work of them, and there went my dinner. She's actually been quite patient but was acting up a little after having several days of freedom at my cousin's place where she had several people taking her for walks through the woods several times a day. Unfortunately, Canada does not allow dogs on the beach so we got as close as we could this morning at Kelly Beach in Kouchibouguac National Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107227188922220962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RuCEEa7tAaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0pnSw-AEnKc/s320/DSC00979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the way out of the park, we saw not one but three bear cubs cross the road. First one trotted across and stopped quickly to look at me. I waited to see if the mother would cross and a second cub crossed, looked at me, and ran off into the woods. Then again a few seconds later, the third did the same. How cute. No sight of the mother. I tried to get a picture but was not very successful. Here's the only shot I could get - look closely at the lower left corner and you'll see the back end of the third bear cub!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107229598398874034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RuCGQq7tAbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/V3tj5GSaSqo/s320/DSC00980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177563191644030658-1182056616731634599?l=tabettestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/1182056616731634599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177563191644030658&amp;postID=1182056616731634599' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/1182056616731634599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/1182056616731634599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/2007/09/hi-all-we-left-st.html' title='Touring New Brunswick Canada'/><author><name>Judy &amp;amp; Roxie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RuB6Za7tATI/AAAAAAAAAFU/d1P5491B_XU/s72-c/DSC00958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177563191644030658.post-8760199672126558840</id><published>2007-09-03T10:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:43:42.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Route map - Hancock Maine to St. Andrews NB'/><title type='text'>Route map - Hancock Maine to St. Andrews NB</title><content type='html'>Here's the route we'll take throughout the Canadian provinces. Not sure yet which way we'll go first. We're going to decide as we go so we can move on if we don't like a place or if the weather turns bad. We checked into the ferry from Yarmouth NS to Bar Harbor Maine and it would cost $450. Needless to say I'll have to revise my plans even though it means I'll have to do some backtracking to get back to Maine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtw9PK7tASI/AAAAAAAAAFM/C66jUfQ1PB8/s1600-h/Provinces2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106023408373399842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtw9PK7tASI/AAAAAAAAAFM/C66jUfQ1PB8/s400/Provinces2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177563191644030658-8760199672126558840?l=tabettestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/8760199672126558840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177563191644030658&amp;postID=8760199672126558840' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/8760199672126558840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/8760199672126558840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/2007/09/route-map-hancock-maine-to-st-andrews.html' title='Route map - Hancock Maine to St. Andrews NB'/><author><name>Judy &amp;amp; Roxie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtw9PK7tASI/AAAAAAAAAFM/C66jUfQ1PB8/s72-c/Provinces2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177563191644030658.post-1795341225446727635</id><published>2007-09-02T17:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:43:44.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tabette goes island hopping'/><title type='text'>Tabette goes island hopping</title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;Today (Labor Day) we're in St. Andrews, New Brunswick. We traveled yesterday from Hancock Maine to St. Andrews via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Campobello&lt;/span&gt; Island and Deer Island. We took two ferries to get from Maine to New Brunswick. Here's the view of sunrise from my window this morning. I'm camped oceanside in St. Andrews. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtw0ta7tAKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/lxWiSS5ycPo/s1600-h/DSC00955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106014032459792546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtw0ta7tAKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/lxWiSS5ycPo/s320/DSC00955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Campobello&lt;/span&gt; island, we toured Roosevelt's summer 'cottage.' Very beautiful grounds. The cottage had several guest rooms and at least three servant's rooms. It was quite simply and tastefully decorated. Given the lack of closets, it was obvious they did not have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of stuff. They did have several children and even a small school room, with a bedroom for the tutor. Here's a shot from the spot they said was the best view of the cottage and also a picture of one of the many flower gardens. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RtwwRq7tAII/AAAAAAAAAD8/xagBYITVirc/s1600-h/DSC00947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106009157671911554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RtwwRq7tAII/AAAAAAAAAD8/xagBYITVirc/s320/DSC00947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtwvsq7tAHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xdatBVizNOw/s1600-h/DSC00946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106008522016751730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtwvsq7tAHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xdatBVizNOw/s320/DSC00946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving north on US 1 on Sunday, we drove through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lubec&lt;/span&gt;, the easternmost town in the US, and crossed over into New Brunswick at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Campobello&lt;/span&gt; Island.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtwyy67tAJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/n20DURc8f_Q/s1600-h/DSC00939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106011927925817490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtwyy67tAJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/n20DURc8f_Q/s320/DSC00939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; People there are very proud of being the easternmost anything. There was even a sign for a gift shop that claimed to be the easternmost gift shop in the US. I didn't stop to see if their stuff was any better because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left the US, we stopped at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Quoddy&lt;/span&gt; Head State Park. There was a wonderful light house (this picture is for Jeannie). It's called West Quoddy Head Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtw5pK7tAQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hK7g-EBLyjs/s1600-h/DSC00941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106019457003487490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtw5pK7tAQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hK7g-EBLyjs/s200/DSC00941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there you have to take a ferry to Deer Island and then take a second ferry to get to the mainland. The second ferry is free. The first one cost $15.00 plus a dollar a foot for the trailer. This is the first ferry - it holds about 20 cars when packed full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtw8I67tARI/AAAAAAAAAFE/65xtw5uqJS8/s1600-h/DSC00948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106022201487589650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtw8I67tARI/AAAAAAAAAFE/65xtw5uqJS8/s200/DSC00948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy and I went to Bar Harbor on Saturday afternoon. We tried to catch the ferry from Winter Harbor but we missed it by just a few minutes. We were impressed with this sign at the 'parking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;arer&lt;/span&gt;' which was around behind a barn-like structure. And there were refreshments available while you waited for the ferry. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtw2Eq7tALI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0j-xow2DXDY/s1600-h/DSC00935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106015531403378866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtw2Eq7tALI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0j-xow2DXDY/s320/DSC00935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtw3AK7tANI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8vSYsJoiF1s/s1600-h/DSC00934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106016553605595346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtw3AK7tANI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8vSYsJoiF1s/s320/DSC00934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful day in Bar Harbor with the bluest sky and biggest cumulus clouds I've ever seen. The ice cream cone was also the largest I've ever seen or eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106017631642386658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtw3-67tAOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/EOYfRHHTW8E/s400/DSC00938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;While at Cindy and Jim's place, we spent several lazy hours lounging under their apple trees and then later in my front 'porch' when the bugs got bad. We had a good time getting caught up on all the family doings. Here's my front porch, aka tent/screen room. It comes in real handy when the mosquitos find us at dusk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106018314542186738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtw4mq7tAPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GaAshZ_TMVQ/s400/DSC00932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177563191644030658-1795341225446727635?l=tabettestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/1795341225446727635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177563191644030658&amp;postID=1795341225446727635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/1795341225446727635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/1795341225446727635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/2007/09/tabette-goes-island-hopping.html' title='Tabette goes island hopping'/><author><name>Judy &amp;amp; Roxie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtw0ta7tAKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/lxWiSS5ycPo/s72-c/DSC00955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177563191644030658.post-314316112829093950</id><published>2007-08-30T14:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:43:44.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Route map - Niagara Falls to Maine'/><title type='text'>Route map - Niagara Falls to Maine</title><content type='html'>This is the route we took to get to Maine. We dropped down into Vermont and then cut across New Hampshire and Maine, all on Route 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtcvra7tAFI/AAAAAAAAADk/X7gIi_vz4Bc/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104601125658361938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtcvra7tAFI/AAAAAAAAADk/X7gIi_vz4Bc/s400/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177563191644030658-314316112829093950?l=tabettestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/314316112829093950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177563191644030658&amp;postID=314316112829093950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/314316112829093950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/314316112829093950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/2007/08/route-map-niagara-falls-to-maine.html' title='Route map - Niagara Falls to Maine'/><author><name>Judy &amp;amp; Roxie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtcvra7tAFI/AAAAAAAAADk/X7gIi_vz4Bc/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177563191644030658.post-5269762654456731087</id><published>2007-08-30T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:43:45.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visit with cousins in Maine'/><title type='text'>Hello to cousins in Hancock, Maine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RtctHK7tAEI/AAAAAAAAADc/brUaXQkuB6A/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104598303864848450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RtctHK7tAEI/AAAAAAAAADc/brUaXQkuB6A/s200/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made it to Maine yesterday. Stopped in Vermont to visit an old friend and then took a couple of days to get to the coast of Maine. They live quite close to the Schoodic Pennisula, which is part of Acadia National Park. The weather has been wonderful - typical late summer Maine, temperatures in the low 70's with a slight breeze most of the day. I'm camped out back under a couple of apple trees and it's very quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104592578673442818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtcn567tAAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UQ-3qz5ae3o/s400/DSC00925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtcr6K7tACI/AAAAAAAAADM/q5cH0pvBHNg/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104596981014921250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtcr6K7tACI/AAAAAAAAADM/q5cH0pvBHNg/s200/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a picture of my cousin's cow. She puts it out by the road to signal that her shop is open for business. She only opens the shop about once a month. Whenever she feels like it. That's how they do things here in Maine. The shop is called the "Cowgirl's Emporium" (she lives in Houston over the winter). The locals were quite curious when she first opened the shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtcp7a7tABI/AAAAAAAAADE/d9M02V3y2O4/s1600-h/DSC00919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104594803466502162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtcp7a7tABI/AAAAAAAAADE/d9M02V3y2O4/s320/DSC00919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to see an old covered bridge in Western Maine just north of the White Mountains. Built in 1872. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RtclU67s_-I/AAAAAAAAACs/iw3SSgjrTF8/s1600-h/DSC00919.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was near the Sunday River and there was quite a lot of new development going on. Sad to see that developers have discovered the area this far north in Maine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent one night on the north shore of Lake Ontario. That was very nice and very quiet. I saw another &lt;a href="mailto:T@B"&gt;T@B&lt;/a&gt; which was camped just two sites down from me. They were from Prince Edward Island and were going to Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtchb67s_9I/AAAAAAAAACk/aIhHaqAWEXQ/s1600-h/DSC00907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104585466207600594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rtchb67s_9I/AAAAAAAAACk/aIhHaqAWEXQ/s320/DSC00907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Niagara Falls was a bust but here's a picture taken near Horseshoe Falls on the canadian side. I didn't like the town of Niagara Falls at all. It was extremely crowded and full of signs and small shops (like tatoo parlors and casinos). Not a very friendly environment. I was surprised at how many families were still touring this late in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll write again when (if) I find an internet cafe in New Brunswick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177563191644030658-5269762654456731087?l=tabettestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/5269762654456731087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177563191644030658&amp;postID=5269762654456731087' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/5269762654456731087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/5269762654456731087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-to-cousins-in-hancock-maine.html' title='Hello to cousins in Hancock, Maine'/><author><name>Judy &amp;amp; Roxie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RtctHK7tAEI/AAAAAAAAADc/brUaXQkuB6A/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177563191644030658.post-8269814383184516520</id><published>2007-08-24T18:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:43:45.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Route map - Indiana to Maine'/><title type='text'>Route map - Indiana to Maine</title><content type='html'>Here's a map showing our route from Indiana to Maine. Right now we're in Niagara Falls, on the Canadian side. We crossed the border without even needing my passport or Roxie's health certificate. Oh well. On Sunday we'll head to Presquile Provincial Park on the north shore of Lake Ontario. Then it's on to Underhill, Vermont to visit an old friend who I haven't seen for 17 years.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102434361902170050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rs99BK7s_8I/AAAAAAAAACc/LB1X0vsHMhM/s400/Indiana2Maine1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177563191644030658-8269814383184516520?l=tabettestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/8269814383184516520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177563191644030658&amp;postID=8269814383184516520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/8269814383184516520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/8269814383184516520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/2007/08/route-map-indiana-to-maine.html' title='Route map - Indiana to Maine'/><author><name>Judy &amp;amp; Roxie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rs99BK7s_8I/AAAAAAAAACc/LB1X0vsHMhM/s72-c/Indiana2Maine1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177563191644030658.post-938069417000588824</id><published>2007-08-24T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:43:46.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol Indiana'/><title type='text'>We made it to Niagara Falls!</title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been offline for a couple of days. We kept quite warm and soggy in the heartland... But we weathered the storms quite well. Today was a long day driving to Niagara Falls and tomorrow we'll actually go to view the falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rs9oMq7s_3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/VSiw5NyS8Ps/s1600-h/DSC00894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102411469726482290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rs9oMq7s_3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/VSiw5NyS8Ps/s200/DSC00894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rs9sF67s_6I/AAAAAAAAACM/YT3Z79PYJ_w/s1600-h/DSC00896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102415751808876450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rs9sF67s_6I/AAAAAAAAACM/YT3Z79PYJ_w/s320/DSC00896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a picture of a lovely flower garden at Bonneyville Mills in Bristol, Indiana. The mill is in a large park with lots of hiking trails and picnic areas. Unfortunately they don't allow pets inside the mill so I couldn't take the tour. (It was much too hot to leave Roxie in the car.) The mill is an old grist mill that mills whole wheat flour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Tabette to Goshen to the &lt;a href="mailto:T@B"&gt;T@B&lt;/a&gt; factory for a minor facelift. The guys put new plastic trim on the outside and installed new cabinet doors and hardware. It looks really nice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102413192008368002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rs9pw67s_4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/uqLgC87bVts/s320/DSC00900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177563191644030658-938069417000588824?l=tabettestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/938069417000588824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177563191644030658&amp;postID=938069417000588824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/938069417000588824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/938069417000588824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/2007/08/we-made-it-to-niagara-falls.html' title='We made it to Niagara Falls!'/><author><name>Judy &amp;amp; Roxie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rs9oMq7s_3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/VSiw5NyS8Ps/s72-c/DSC00894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177563191644030658.post-6421224861390605236</id><published>2007-08-20T21:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:43:46.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Route from Denver to Bristol Indiana'/><title type='text'>Route map - Denver to Indiana</title><content type='html'>Here's a map of the route we're taking from Denver to the &lt;a href="mailto:T@B"&gt;T@B&lt;/a&gt; factory in Bristol, Indiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101001444848107330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rsplya7s_0I/AAAAAAAAABc/WAaiTFUWn-Q/s320/Denver2Indiana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177563191644030658-6421224861390605236?l=tabettestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/6421224861390605236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177563191644030658&amp;postID=6421224861390605236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/6421224861390605236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/6421224861390605236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/2007/08/heres-map-of-route-were-taking-from.html' title='Route map - Denver to Indiana'/><author><name>Judy &amp;amp; Roxie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rsplya7s_0I/AAAAAAAAABc/WAaiTFUWn-Q/s72-c/Denver2Indiana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177563191644030658.post-1517405234883824238</id><published>2007-08-20T20:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:43:46.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tabette visits Nebraska'/><title type='text'>Tabette visits Nebraska</title><content type='html'>Hi All. &lt;div&gt;I don't have much to report today because it was a travel day but wanted to let you all know that I did get started on my trip, although a little later than planned. I thought today's journey to Grand Island, Nebraska was going to be about 360 miles but it turned out to be more like 450 miles. After a long day driving in the hot sun (100 degrees), the shade tree at my camp site was much appreciated. Roxie was freaked by the roar of the cicadas. I told her that she will have many more interesting and challenging adventures ahead, so she should get prepared mentally. Here's a picture of my little campsite, right on the edge of a cornfield. That's Roxie in the foreground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100975318562045698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RspOBq7s_wI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SlJUvqBe-QI/s320/DSC00890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next camper was an RV whose dinette slide out was just a few inches from my little picnic table. I refrained from asking them to pass the grey poupon, but was sorely tempted. I don't really like these KOA campsites, but they work well when you're traveling and just want to make a quick stop. I didn't even unhitch, so I will be able to make a quick getaway in the morning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Nebraska landscape is very pretty and much greener than Colorado. Lots of farms, lakes, canals, hay fields, and cornfields. Tomorrow we leave Nebraska and drive through most of Iowa. Then on to Indiana. The midwest is very large... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177563191644030658-1517405234883824238?l=tabettestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/1517405234883824238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177563191644030658&amp;postID=1517405234883824238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/1517405234883824238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/1517405234883824238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/2007/08/hi-all.html' title='Tabette visits Nebraska'/><author><name>Judy &amp;amp; Roxie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RspOBq7s_wI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SlJUvqBe-QI/s72-c/DSC00890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177563191644030658.post-8290214588744508358</id><published>2007-07-14T07:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:43:47.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tabette goes to Utah'/><title type='text'>Tabette goes to Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This blog is about our travels with "Tabette" - our 2004 T@B travel trailer. I bought Tabette in January 2005 after seeing her picture on the internet (www.tab-rv.com). It seemed the perfect travel trailer for my small family. After making some modifications, we were ready to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;One of our most memorable trips was camping at Dead Horse Point State Park near Moab, Utah. Here's a photo of the campground and me (Judy) with my faithful travel companion "Roxie" - a terrible terrier who loves to camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087065911510413666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RpjjfnyTsWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JHr_NejfF20/s320/100_0867.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This is the view from one of the overlooks at Dead Horse Point. That's the Colorado River down below. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rpl0WnyTsXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JujPrC1BACQ/s1600-h/100_0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087225186077618546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/Rpl0WnyTsXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/JujPrC1BACQ/s320/100_0871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177563191644030658-8290214588744508358?l=tabettestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/8290214588744508358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177563191644030658&amp;postID=8290214588744508358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/8290214588744508358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/8290214588744508358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/2007/07/tabettes-travels.html' title='Tabette goes to Utah'/><author><name>Judy &amp;amp; Roxie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RpjjfnyTsWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JHr_NejfF20/s72-c/100_0867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6177563191644030658.post-1999232613350252133</id><published>2007-07-14T06:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:43:47.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tabette goes to Keystone'/><title type='text'>Tabette goes to Keystone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Another earlier trip was to the first International T@B Rally in Keystone, South Dakota. This was my first long trip with Tabette and she behaved beautifully. It was fun meeting other T@B owners from all over the country.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087467452297884050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RppQsXyTsZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lhb8KiVzPWI/s320/mytab.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6177563191644030658-1999232613350252133?l=tabettestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/1999232613350252133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6177563191644030658&amp;postID=1999232613350252133' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/1999232613350252133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6177563191644030658/posts/default/1999232613350252133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabettestravels.blogspot.com/2007/07/tabette-goes-to-keystone.html' title='Tabette goes to Keystone'/><author><name>Judy &amp;amp; Roxie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kh2udS62nrs/RppQsXyTsZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/lhb8KiVzPWI/s72-c/mytab.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
