Yarmouth, Nova Scotia

Hey, you caught me fast asleep on the sofa after a day of touring. Being a tour guide is tough work!

Our last stop before we took the ferry to Nova Scotia was to visit mom's college roommate Patt and her husband Charlie. They live in Haverhill,Massachusetts and  we spent two great days with them.

They drove mom and dad to Kittery, Maine to have lobster rolls at Chauncey Creek.

Then we left for Portland, Maine to catch the overnight ferry to Yarmouth, Nova Scotia. Actually, it looked more like a cruise ship than a ferry.

Dad is a pro now at driving the motorhome into the ferry.

 

As the ferry pulled away, dad got some shots of Portland. 

Boy, were Brody and I surprised to find out that we had to stay by ourselves all night in the RV while mom and dad got to wine, dine and sleep in a cabin on the ferry. It was my first night alone, but as I was the oldest I tried to stay brave for Brody and not let him know how scared I was.

 The next morning, mom and dad came back to the RV. Was I ever glad to see them!! The first thing we did after we  went through customs was to find a place for mom to take us for a long overdue walk.

 

We stayed at a nice campground a few miles outside of Yarmouth.

It tarted raining so mom and dad went to a few museums while we stayed in the car. The next day we took off to explore the south portion of the Acadian Shores.  

We stopped to look at Canada's oldest courthouse

 and at Hipson Creek stone bridge built in 1900.

Then we drove to The Hawk, on Cape Sable Island,  the most southerly accessible point in Atlantic Canada.

 For lunch, mom and dad went to a local hangout in lower West Pubnico.

Mom saved us a taste of her Rappie Pie ( An Acadian speciality consisting pf grated potatoes and chicken baked in the oven. It was good!

After lunch, mom and dad went to a "Living Wharf" lecture led by an experienced lobster fisherman. The lobster boats were all in the dock as the lobster season in Yarmouth is Nov-May.

He explained the lobster traps

 

showed us a male and female lobster (the female is on the right, she has a wider lower body for her eggs.)

 

Dad learned how to band a lobster's claw.

Our last stop that day was at the Cape Forchu Lighthouse.

 

We evengot to take a nice long walk along the ocean

and watch the boats go by.

On the way home we stopped to show Brody his first cows. I turned my head for one second and when I looked back here was Brody getting his first kiss...ugh! 

 The next day we took off north, again through the Acadian French seaside. Brody and I were excited to be able to go along.

 One of our first stops was the beach. From my past blog you know how much I love to run on the beach. This was Brody's first time and he loved it too!

We stopped to see some beautiful churches along the way; Saint-Alphonse

 

  and Pointe-de-l'Eglise - North America's largest wooden church.

Gilbert's Cove lighthouse was out last stop before heading home for the day.

This was dad's favorite sign on the highway.

Adios,

Yuki ( & Brody)

Greetings from Memphis!

We are on our way to Newfoundland!!

Here we are on the banks of the Mississippi River. Oh, did I say "we". Some of you may not have met my new little brother Brody (he is the one on the right in the picture above). Can you believe it - another little white dog? Brody is a Goldendoodle (Golden Retriever and Poodle). Dad picked him because he was born on dad's birthday. Dad thought he would grow to 20-30 pounds, but guess what? He is 10 months old now and I am still bigger than he is! Although you really can't tell that from the pic below (this time he is on the left)

Now many of you have asked me if Brody is going to help me write this blog. Let me make this clear, he is only 10 months old and doesn't even know his abc's yet so how can he help me write this! All he is interested in is playing, jumping on top of me  and looking outside for sticks to put in his mouth and bring back into to the RV.  However, to be fair I will ask him for his input from time to time and when he is older, maybe even give him a byline.

We left home on Monday, June 1 heading for Newfoundland, Canada. We made our way quickly across the country. Dad sure had some long driving days.  I was recovering from a problem in my private area. I had to wear this stupid cone on my head and was on several medications. But by the time we got to Memphis I was feeling much better.

In Memphis we were parked right on the Mississippi river and got to watch all the barges pass by and  have a great time running in the fields.

While we were there Mom and Dad visited the National Civil Rights Museum.

It was built right into the Lorraine Motel,

where Martin Luther King was assassinated as he came out onto the balcony of his room.

They said it was an excellent museum, but a bit too crowded with people to see all the exhibits.







The next day Mom dragged Dad to visit Graceland. 

It was interesting, but I think they could have saved the $72.00 for something else.  Lots of people crowding in to see the rooms in Elvis' home

and his grave.

After Memphis we stopped off in Oxford, Mississippi to visit our friends Jerry and Charlie Bond.

We can park our motorhome right in their backyard and hook up to electric, water and sewer (in RV lingo that is called a "full hook-up")

I spent some time practicing my driving skills in case dad needs a back-up (cause we all know mom isn't going to drive) while my little brother served as my lookout.

After that we were making our way to Portland, Maine to catch the ferry to Novia Scotia before catching another ferry to Newfoundland.  Today  I spotted  a sign and called out to dad   "Hey, we are there already" ? 

But dad just laughed and said we were still in Pennsylvania.

Adios,
Yuki ( and Brody - see I did give him a byline)