The last couple of days

We have done a LOT of driving. Yesterday, we drove from Halifax to Digby to get the ferry that crosses the Bay of Fundy. It was a rainy day, so we didn't see anything exciting, but we also didn't see Dan get seasick on the crossing, so yay for that! Once we were on land, we headed to the border with only a quick stop at McKay's Wild Blueberry stand, where we had stopped on the way north. The women who run the place were there, selling pies and muffins like mad. Lynne and Rick told us about this place, and I'm telling you that if you are *anywhere* close to McKay's, you need to do yourself a favor and stop. We each had a piece of pie, and prodded on by one of the women, we purchase a whole pie. Why not? Those little bitty blueberries are just so good and it was only $10 Canadian!!!

You wanna know what we didn't see when we were in Nova Scotia? Smoked salmon! Isn't Nova Scotia famous for smoked salmon? Maybe I've been fooled by the food labels in the groceries, but I was really looking forward to that. But no... 

At the U.S. border crossing, Mr. A. Hole was working. He was curt and rude, and he had no reason to be that. It's not like he was working a tough job at the U.S. border in southern New Brunswick. Too bad that he represents the U.S. to people coming across. 

From there, it was on to Bangor, where we spent the night. It's a lovely town. And this morning, we went to Mount Hope Cemetery, the second garden cemetery, according to their website. It's one of the places that apparently inspired Stephen King, which kind of says it all. And it is HUGE. We walked a bit; here are photos for your enjoyment:

This unexplained structure greets visitors.


A section for military people

I think that this was a Mama and her babies...

This is a pano of one direction,

...and this is a pano of the other direction. 

Lots of people in this family

There were lots of people who had rocks for headstones. 





This whole family used rocks.

Not sure what made these trees lean

This little resting place was built into the hill.

Dan is great about my cemetery obsession. :)

We saw Dan's sister, Susan, in Portland for lunch at Gilbert's Chowder House (another place to go!!!), and then we headed down to Boston, where we will fly from tomorrow morning. It will be good to be back home. And that's all, folks - at least from moi. 

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  1. Jennifer HurstSeptember 12, 2025 at 10:27 AM

    Ah, so you too have a cemetery obsession. I'd love to tour the Asheville Cemetery with you sometime. And though I don't read much Stephen King, the fact that it's in Maine, his stomping ground, says a lot. What about what you know, it is said.

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