Lobster Rolls just went from 5.99 in Maine to 17.99 in Cape Cod going to be a short visit. We joke about this as we drive over the Saga more bridge and into Cape Cod. Traffic Traffic!!!! Everywhere!
Beautiful beyond words! The Canal is hand made about one hundred years ago, to stop ships from sinking off the coast. It worked well. We see men fishing along the banks. We know we are in for more Great new England Fish. In all honesty we have had fish dishes in New England better than any we have eaten in Nova Scotia. I'm pleasantly surprised. No heavy coatings, fresh as the sea, and loads of it!
Now in the half way time of our trip we are so glad to have this time in beach country to relax for the drive home.
Oh Oh!! I've discovered my very first Christmas Tree Store!
There are no BMO"s here Toronto Dominion staff in Concord were so gracious and allowed me to send for more funds just before we left Concord. The people are so accommodating and friendly.They are a bit loud in voice but very kind in mannerisms.
We have saved a bundle on accommodations with the tent.
Tonight we shall have deli from the village.

Concord Bridge

 Concord River

Cardinal

I've been mooned by a Cardinal!!
Not only have I not seen a Cardinal I have not heard one either till this morning! I'm sitting on the camp chair with my books, Michael is off somewhere. I cock my head up from the page and see this furry, tiny ball of red bird feathers, twitching, and fluffing. I realise it is the ass end of a Cardinal. I laugh out loud.lolololol My higher Power has a great sense of humor!!! I've been mooned by a Cardinal!
We are staying at Harold Parker campground North Reading Mass. We drive the 20 minutes into Concord each day to visit the literary sites and shop for food, or a great restaurant.
To my great surprise I find Louisa May Alcott's Museum here. I delight my self with a few toys and treats for my friends. Her sisters wedding dress is laying out on the bed. Her writing desk is made by her father.
She had a mood pillow. I think they should market these.. If the pillow was up it was a great day and she was happy, if the pillow was down to onlookers she was not to be disturbed, for she was deep in thoughts.
We saw Walden Pond. I swam there. Michael spent a few minutes in silence with Mr. Thoreau at the cabin site. There is a kern there, but no cabin.He was very deeply moved in this place. His boyhood idol and friend has been the writings and thoughts of Thoreau.
Later on in the town of Concord we found really great Pizza and coffee.

Day five

Ants black, sand dark and hard,
Birds twitter, green leaves sigh,
Toilet stink, water dips and dives on the white showld river.

We are camped at a White Water Rafting Lodge out side Millinocket. Yesterday we rested as we watched boys and girls great up for the rafts that will carry them through the Penobscot River that flows heavy along the valley off  Katahdin .We heard there was a shortcut over the valley floor to Moosehead Lake,we are going to go there.
The Golden Road, tow hours of dust, gravel, pot holes the size of frying pans, no signage, and river beads beaming white with white water! We drive we drive we drive, we swerve, we miss the truck going 100 as most kids love to do on dirt roads.We stop we guess, we succeed, we emerge two hours later into the Village of Greenville and Moosehead Lake.We (Michael) drove the GOLDEN ROAD, a fête in itself.

journal entry

July 23,Baxter State Park,Journal entry:" Our last cabin-ed night, this experience is here to stay as many wonders in my life are.The lake ,the night , warm fire, and the good company of a friend. Off to bed now for a peace filled sleep.Life is for giving me a high feeling of connection to the Universe, all my relations."

destiny calls

Morning dawns over the lake we are up with the sun.For three days we have ate and slept with Eagles in the morning over the canoe, loons landing and taking off, Canada Geese playing with grackles along the shore, darting here and there as the Geese find foods along the same pathways as they.Loons calling in the night Barred Owls perking up our night ears, moose on a roadway with a calf, and loads of sweet green ferns growing everywhere in the cool of the mosey green-lite woods.
Governor Baxter had a vision we engaged our love for nature with this vision and felt the restoration of our spirits, as I'm positive his intentions would have been for us and thousands who visit his trees.

Maine

Once again this July 22 2014 I immerse my soul into a reflection of my destiny, a log cabin, a lake, sunshine, trees lifting dark cool branches,  swaying with blessed energy dissolving all stress and resistance to beauty around and within me away . Silence, stillness protects my awareness into a embryo of creation.The Spirit of the Mountain calls to me. We glide past the loons nesting sight ,a protected area.In silence we paddle, we hear no one, we paddle in reverence and wonder. I gasped ,my breath catches in my chest as I look over my left shoulder at Katahdin Mountain, its 2:00pm yet time stands still. The sky is heralding a golden hot sun, breezes cool my wind burnt skin, the sound of water dripping off a paddle welcomes a happy extension of my soul with all that is around me I know bounty, abundance of colors, at-one-ment fleeting yet always connecting me to all that exists as I stare at Mount Katahdin on the horizon for the first time.

trees

My first excitement was seeing all these tall trees, it was like being back over in the  Algonquin, upper Canadian country, then I realised we were following the same mountainous trail The Appalachian Trail so similarities knows no boarders in nature. WOW!!! the tallest Pine's I've

ever seen, old and wise, majestic and saying welcome to you beautiful new home for the next few weeks Caite! we've been waiting for you sister!
                                                    Die and be buried who will
                                                    I mean to live here still
                                                    My nature grows ever more young
                                                    The primitive pines among                   H.D. Thoreau           

It didn't take us long to find our bags under the cots,our bellies fueled and our hands on a canoe!

I have a little habit when on fall excursions around home to view the turning of the trees.I like to tease my brain looking for certain favorite color.I decided as we drove towards Maine to do so.
Butterscotch was this years choice and so look for it in the photos to follow as we discover the sights and fill our senses with New England's natural treasures.But first lets just enjoy the deep woods of Maine a respite for any weary traveller.

Sitting here this morning listening to the rain at 6a.m. seems like a very nice time to begin creating a blog of our four week trip to New England in July of this summer. I really had no idea of what to expect, I had looked at photos and tested out a few internet sites related to the places we planned to visit, however I had no idea of the beauty and kinship we were about to discover along the highways and byways of our American cousins homelands.
Setting out at 7:30 from my sisters driveway in Moncton the temperature was expected to get as high as 32Celsiusus I felt profoundly grateful to be in an air-conditioned car and leaving all the humidity behind .Leaving, dishes,bed making,floor scrubbing. Whatever will I do??What will we see??Leaving my family and friends wondering where I was now? The road simply began to move towards Maine and many Tim Horton's later around 11a.m. we arrived at the border crossing in Houlton Maine.
 Mice were the first critters I saw EEEEEEKKK! sitting in our car at the border crossing waiting

to be served I saw a mouse scittering from one wheel of the car in front of us to another beside us.This was just  the first installment Mother Earth had in store for me on the trip.
We arrived in Baxter State Park by lunch time to the sounds of Loons out on the Lake where our cabin was situated. One hundred year old cabin in the deep woods of Maine, as Henry David Thoreau call to the wild settled into our souls we stepped back in time for three days. 

Nova Scotia

We are filled with Canadian pride as we set off.Peggy"s Cove is a national and global treasure.I make every endeavor to treat our beautiful coastline with the greatest of care and  share it with my family and friends at every turn. So we leave this wonderful place this summer of 2014 and travel to Moncton for an over night with my sister then off bright and early to Maine.Baxter State Park.Thus begins a four week long photoshoot of NewEngland.Such beauty I am honored to witness and oh! the birdlife........

Russell's Pond Baxter State Park Maine United States of America

All The Rivers Flow and Weave

Leaving home soon,to travel by day by car by roads well known to a place Ive not been before.before.I shall be the travel guide for this trips sightseeing here on blogspot.
 Ive held this place most sacred in my mind as a holy site full of green mountains,rivers,and fields,like home here in the Maritimes. .Iv'e been dreaming about new England now for 40 or  more years.
Already on my research for accommodations I see land over sea,sky over waters and beach sand for miles.I dream now of the warm breezes of Nantucket the lobsters of Maine and the rubber ducky's in the campgrounds pools....We love to camp,the night,the fires,the cozy hut we create in our tent,with all the luxuries.No TV no noise no phone no no no saying yes to the Divine.Silence is Divine to us and nature is our healer, and our friend, we learn a new respect for ourselves each time we venture out into this wilderness.
So in a few weeks we leave for New England, saying farwell to Nova Scotia outwards another sea bound coastline.So ease on back in your chair and let this quiet woman tickle your travel bug fancy with a few ferns of great beauty and tremendous hospitality of the New Englander's homeland.
Our first goal is Kadutdin  Mountian where Michael is planning a climb