August 12, Tuesday – Hustle Time

We were sitting 1,200 miles from the place where Melanie was to fly out of in four days which means eight hours of driving for three days. At the break of dawn we were heading out to the freeway system leaving behind the beautiful Nova Scotia coastline. It’s a long drive from La Conner to this place but I want to return for a much longer stay. Melanie wanted to go a gathering where she could wear her clan’s colors and to attend a Ceilidh, but we just ran out of time. I wanted to enjoy the same and to see more of the people and their land. Another time.
Now it was to cross Nova Scotia and into New Brunswick by following up the St. Johns River heading north to Quebec. By early afternoon the fuel tank was calling out for its daily feeding. Canadian Highway 2 was running along side the forehead and rabbit ears of the state of Maine where the St. Johns forms the border between the two countries. There was the US just across the river. “Hell, why don’t we cross over and gas up?” being partly serious and partly joking. We saved $30 in fuel costs with a thirty minute detour.
The last light was disappearing and the navigator said that the next park was too far away so we bailed off the four lane at a sparse settlement and found a place to stop for the night. In 10,000 miles of traveling I’ve never “just pulled off the road and shut it down.” But here was the perfect place. Right next to a newly constructed but empty building was a large land fill that was getting ready for another new structure. The anchor dropped right in the middle of the compacted fill to end a full day of driving. One down; two to go to get to Buffalo, New York.