Party cloudy skies and cooler temperatures greet us as we head down for breakfast. The continental Breakfast here at Hillcrest Hall is excellent, warm hard boiled eggs, home made muffins and scone, fresh juice, fruit and yogurt, and good coffee. We joined by two couples from Nova Scotia, we exchange pleasantries, and after hearing my last name, one of the women asks if I have relatives in Nova Scotia, which I do, although I'm not sure where they are. She is sure I look like some Kellys that she knows. We chat for a while and then one of the men carefully brings up the U.S. election. I let himn know where I stand and they breathe a sigh of relief and question us as to how in the world can someone like Trump really be running for the Presidency?? I reply, that I don't have a clue other than there are a lot of stupid, ignorant racist people still in the U.S. They tell us that apparently, the Nova Scotia government is making a contingency plan for an influx of American immigrants should Trump win! Pretty funny, well at least we have our permanent resident papers for Mexico!!
We pack up and head south towards the Eastern Shore. As we near the bridge to the mainland the weather deteriorates, more clouds, drizzle and fog. Once on the mainland we hit the shore road, The Eastern shore seems pretty sparsely populated and certainly not a main tourist route, which is getting obvious by the lack of Inns, hotels and restaurants. Our destination is a small town called Sheet Harbour, the largest town before Halifax. We stop for lunch at another cable ferry and continue down the coast past numerous quaint fishing village and beautiful coastline. There is very little traffic on this wonderful road.
We reach Sheet Harbour just as the rain begins, the only viable place in to to stay is the Fairwinds Motel. We check in to find that you can't drink the water. It's interesting to note, that in most of our travels through Baja, the water is potable nearly everywhere, and now this is the third place in Canada where it is not... Water is certainly becoming an issue everywhere.. Lots of dry wells here and back home, as Nestle (aka Poland Springs) sucks the water out of the aquifer for billions in profits
(they are currently taking 600,000 gallons per day out of just Fryeburg!) Much thanks to that going to our dingbat, trump supporting, pea brained governor paul lepage (
his name doesn't deserve to be capitalized) Anyway click
here to read more.
We walk down the sreet to a nice little restaurant,
The Henley House Pub, they advertise craft beers, but as has been the case, the offerings are slim. I have an ok stout and we get to watch football. Since we've been seeing signs for oysters the entire trip, I order up a half dozen for $15!, and DeeDee orders a plate of homemade potato chips. The oysters and chips arrive, the chips are really good, the oysters are, without a doubt, the smallest oysters I have ever seen, so taking away the shells, they were probably $250 a lb. The rest of the dinner was good. There's a letup in the rain as we head back to our room to watch the Patriots game. When we arrive back to the room, there is no water at all. Grin and bear it. It's a Sunday night game, so up here in Nova Scotia, the game doesn't start until 9:30, DeeDee makes it to halftime, I manage to watch the whole game, luckily they won. I fall asleep to the gurgling of water pipes.
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