There was little difficulty clearing Canadian Customs at the border crossing from Maine. They said our bear spray canister wouldn’t be allowed into the province. No problem as it was purchased in 2003 for Alaska and more than likely had expired anyway. We discovered the quaint little town of St. Andrews-by-the-Sea on a peninsula to hang out for a few days. It is located in the southwest corner of New Brunswick on scenic Passamaquoddy Bay. Founded in 1783 by loyalists and settled after the American Revolution, the town still retains much of its old world charm.
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Loyalist blockhouse fortification |
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Fairmont Algonquin |
We found a campground right on the oceanfront with full hook-ups, Wi-Fi, and a great view. Lots to see and do in spite of coastal fog lingering during our stay. Sightings of several beautiful birds peaked our interest for photo opts.
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Finally a red cardinal moment....hooray! |
Biking lead us in search of a Celtic memorial cross erected for the Irish immigrants once quarantined on Potato Island across the bay.
Watching the extreme tidal changes in the Bay of Fundy and driving the Jeep over the ocean floor on a gravel bar at low tide to Minister Island was great fun. Getting on to the island required being part of a guided car caravan where we to saw the remains of an old manor.
In 1890 Sir William Van Horne purchased the island and constructed a summer residence and agricultural farm maintained by thirty field hands and household servants. Having been the driving force in the construction of the Canadian railway from sea to sea, Van Horne's pockets were bulging and what better place to splurge than on his own secluded island. Of course getting to and from the island required maneuvers based upon the tides.
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An old cottage on the island |
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Windmill and gas house powered energy to the property |
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Dutch tiled fireplace in the main house |
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The bathhouse overlooked a swimming pool down by the bay |
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Carriage house for the vehicles of the day |
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Just a "little" barn for the island's cows and horses |
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Best of all, later on at low tide we found a spot to put on our mud boots and chat awhile with a clam digger in the mudflats.