On Saturday, June 20 the sea was calm and the voyage from Port aux Basques to North Sydney lasted 6 hours but the landing procedure and the unloading took 50 minutes. I spent the night at the carpark of the motel above the port as to the outward journey.
North Sydney harbour |
Landing to North-Sydney Harbour |
On Sunday, June 21 I noted that the temperature was more mild in Novia Scotia but alas the weather was overcast and the barometer announced rain. It appeared around 14:00. At the beginning of morning traffic was very sparse then it was denser. On the highways the speed is limited at 100 km with a minimum of 70 km if not it is necessary to set flashing lights. The consequence is Canadians drive in convoy at 100 km, trucks included! On the way I discovered in a garden the Simpson family. Further I stopped at the lookout of Port Hastings with photographs of the beginning of the 20th century. Now that the season is estival I will attend the campgrounds on Sunday to make water, laundry, ablutions and publication of the pages of my website. I bivouacked in Braeshore at Harbor Light Trailer on the side of a sea arm between Pictou and the landing of the ferry for Prince Eduard Island.
On Monday, June 22 I left the campground in the rain and in the fog. It had rained all during the night and the ground was very muddy. To join Amherst I took the coastal road Hwy #6 where the traffic was episodical. I stopped in Tatamagouche hoping to make pictures of the pretty frontages of the shops. Alas the street was encumbered with cars of which my truck. A front of store exhibits reproductions of photographs of the end of the 19th century, very instructive. The road traverses typical landscapes of Scotland, a true spinach dish. Of course there were cattle in fields. I lunched in Wallace at the entrance of village close to the port in the beating rain. I went to Amherst to bivouac on the Wal-Mart car-park where I had already stationed on October 30th, 2011 under snow, time passes quickly.
Tuesday, June 23 was still a gloomy day which ended in rain. I made a great detour towards Fundy Bay hoping to find a pleasant bivouac at the edge of water; no possible access for a vehicle; either dwellings or fields or wood. St Martins is a pretty village with spruce houses. It is a station of holiday … in hot season. I found a bivouac unspecified at the edge of the road #825 at 25 km from St John where I had appointment the following day at 8:00 for the routine maintenance of my truck.
Sweet home in St Martins, Fundy Bay |
On Wednesday, June 24 after two hours of waiting in the customers salon of Mercedes-Benz I went to visit downtown two curiosities not seen on October 31st, 2011, the Museum and the Loyalist House. The museum on three levels exhibits the work of wood for the construction of the sailing boats whose St John was an important center until the end of the 19th century. A room is devoted to the birth of New Brunswick in 1812 at the time of the war of independence of New England. This period saw the victory of the loyalists over the freedom fighters announcing the creation in the 20th century of Canada. New Brunswick is the only officially bilingual province. The second level is dedicated to geology as well as the fauna of the state. The third level is devoted to the fine arts. I show the pictures which the most marked me with a mention for the painting of Stephen May freely interpreting a painting by Andy Warhol seen during a temporary exhibition of this artist in Marseilles, France. The Loyalist House is a good example of the construction in the beginning of the 19th century, 1820, with the furnishing of time. She was inhabited by the family until 1959. At the beginning of afternoon my truck-2 climbed to Carleton Martello Tower where I had bivouacked on October 31st, 2011 and again on June 24th, 2015. The day was particularly hot with 28°C.
Italian Symphony by Peggy Smith | Un après-midi d'automne by Clarence Alphone Gagnon |
On Thursday morning the sun was sunny. As on November 1st, 2011 I traversed Hwy #102 along the splendid St John river. But in Gagetown the ferry which was to enable me to skirt the river on left bank was not operating, a detour was essential to take the Hwy #105 until Fredericton which I had visited in 2011. I drove directly to Walmart to bivouac there again.
Hwy #102, St John River |
Hwy #102, St John River | No ferry at Gagetown ! |
Peaceful cemetery with its church, Maugerville |
On Friday, June 26 I visited in Prince William the Kings Landing Historical Settlement which gathers on banks of the majestic St John River dwellings of the beginning of the 19th century inhabited by a community of a hundred people in costume of time. All the trades necessary to the life of an agricultural village are in activity. I have the chance that the sky was mild although it covered with clouds in the afternoon. Carrying on my way along the river I found with happiness a path leading to the shore where I stationed.
Two sights were at the program on the Saturday, June 28th of which the second is surprising. The Hartland Covered Bridge asserts the longest being of the world with its 390.75 meters builds in 1921. I traversed it in the two directions. Twenty kilometers further at Florenceville Bristol is made proud to be the world capital of potato and French chip! A small museum sponsored by McCain is dedicated to it. It recalls the origin of the tuber until our days dominated by technological mechanization, GPS and data processing, which generated the gigantism of the exploitations by costs and world competition. The culture of this humble tuber is the object of all the attentions by Ottawa for its economic consequences for Canada.
On Sunday, June 28 on the way towards Quebec I visited the Gorge of the Saint John river at Grand-Sault/Grand Falls as well as the waterfall which is spectacular at the beginning of spring at the snow melt. At the time of my visit the head water was scanty but the spectacle with the noise was in spite of very impressive. The Malabeam Center exhibits a model of the Gorge as well as objects telling the legend of the Maliseet young girl who by a stratagem saved her tribute of the extermination by Mohawks. All the activities of the city were opened to the tourists only on July 1st! After lunching I carried on my way until Edmunston to find a campground close to the Quebec border.