Given the beautiful setting, I was tempted to spend another day on the island, but decided to get moving. This was for the best as the rains were moving steadily up the coast. The ferry ride back to the mainland was mostly through a dense fog and no new birds appeared. We made it to St. John, where the weather was still sunny, if cool. A historic port town, the architecture is quite pretty, recalling Boston in some ways. After lunch and a good stroll, we pushed west along the coast.
The original plan was to cross over to Nova Scotia, but I was so impressed with Grand Manan, I decided that instead of heading further east, we would swing up the northern coast of New Brunswick toward Miramichi and historic Acadia. There was supposedly a fiddle festival taking place over the weekend, and this seemed to be close to what I wanted to see(hear) in Nova Scotia.
I switched the radio station from CBC to an Acadeian music station. To my ear, Acadian is a mix of bluegrass, Western swing and traditional Gaelic music. With windows down and the volume up, we cruised past house after house donning some form of the Acadian flag—the tricolor with a yellow star.
We barely stayed ahead of the rain, but made it to Miramichi in time for a stroll and dinner. The pub/restaurant was willing to open up a gate so Delta could reach the patio. This let me eat dinner without keeping her in the car.
I had expected something more hopping, but apparently this is New Brunswick Day Weekend. New Brunswick Day is on Monday. Who knew? Apparently, this is a long weekend where everyone hops on boats, goes up river and then gets shit-canned: the Ozarks for Canadians.
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