Day 7 - Tues 7/20

Rode ferry 3 hours from St. Johns NB to Digby, NS. Big boat, holding maybe 300 cars. Two places to eat, gift shop, many places for passengers to sit. Were in fog all the way. A woman sat beside me and said, "Eh, are you from Digsby?" Old woman across from us appeared dead. A boy practically begged to be allowed to sit opposite us. (A pale white boy reading school papers he got off ferry with darker boys including one spirited limping oriental.) A woman negoiating narrow path between cars and trucks parked in hold started screaming and had to be coaxed into family camper

Leaving Digsby drove up Canada roads 1, 101, 3, and 103. Saw some wilderness, some habitation. The question as always is how do these people make a living?

Went though a long section where the only signs were in French. Probably Acadian settlements. Saw signs proclaiming Evangeline Trail.

Several people yelled out that they liked our car, including one drunk in Yarmouth standing on the curb drinking beer.

Saw lots of houses with attached barns - thus minimizing the time outside in the winter. Saw sheep. Expected more.

Spending night in classic old-style motel in Shelburne, a historic little dory building town. Place has a different slant on Revolutionary War. They celebrate landing of Loyalists. Sitting on deck of restaurant, we saw a group of reenactors row past in harbor. They were flying Union Jack. Several sloops anchored just beyond restaurant. One was the Genie. She slowly swung on anchor. A group of smaller boats sailed by.

We ate big seafood meal topped off with apple crisp and cream. All the time we were eyed by rogue seagull sitting just above on roof of building. He swooped past Bob. (30 years ago riding trail bikes down a dirt road, my bike threw up a black snake which was still in the air when Bob went by. Another time we were observed by a line of dogs lead by a big German Shepard bitch. When Bob roared her way, she casually walked off, followed single file by the others.)