Denise and Rick Cunningham

Like many boomers we're planning the "next chapter". We live a fairly chaotic life in Georgetown in Washington DC. I'm a former fashion executive and journalist. Rick's an engineer and computer scientist. We're about ready for a little change of pace. Travel... perhaps moving to warmer climes ...and definitely savoring more moments. We never set out to buy an RV...matter of fact, we had never even been in one and I definitely don't camp. But, now, with more time and a growing aversion to the insults of air travel, we bought a 40' motor coach. Our grandson, Ian, named it Gigantor. We call it Tor for short.

We're seeing things you just can't from the air and finding that we've so much to discover on this continent. In the past two years, we've taken three marvelous six-week trips. This time, we're "chasing the sun for as long as it fun". We left on October 5, 2009. We'll see how long we last!

We're searching for great places to stay, sights worth seeing, golf courses worth playing, great restaurants, shopping, farmer's markets. We're on the road in search of the high road.


Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Atlantic Canada


Now the adventure begins! Today we will enter New Brunswick, Canada and spend the next couple of weeks in places we've never been before. First stop, St. Andrews. This is supposed to be the definitive, gentile seaside resort town.


The border crossing is mercifully easy. We are now in New Brunswick and in the Atlantic Time Zone, one hour ahead of Eastern.

We arrive at the Kiwanis Oceanfront Campgrounds..yes,the Kiwanis own it to support local community efforts. They've got one of the best pieces of property in town. Again, the view's the thing. No graceful ammenities here, but we're happy with our "oceanfront" site. It's actually Passamaquoddy Bay and it's fascinating. The tides are more extreme than Bar Harbor and the seagulls come into eat what the ebb has left behind.

We go into town to the grocery store, and while the town is quite charming, I highly recommend stocking up before you get here. The local grocery store isn't what we're used to and milk costs $6 a gallon. I get a steak for tonight and a few more things to tide us over if necessary. Rick needs to stop at the hardware store and it's then I discover a terrific little shop called the Spice Box which stocks fresh fish and much better looking meats. We'll stop back tomorrow and pick up one of those whole speckled trout.

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