Day of Rest

It's Sunday; it's raining; appropriately, at least in a way, it's a day of rest. We are staying at the Homeport Inn in Saint John, New Brunswick, looking out at the rain. At least we are not camping in the rain, which we have done in times past, much to our chagrin.

We were on the road for two days: much on the road on day 1 (Friday) but much less so on day 2 (Saturday = yesterday). We and our hips journeyed for 11 hours on Friday, from Ottawa through Montreal past Quebec City and eventually into New Brunswick. Those 11 hours included many stops, two for picnic lunches where we and our hips decided that we'd dine while standing. However, Cuppa was sitting for this photo where we stopped to have supper in Quebec but near the New Brunswick border whilst overlook hills and a lake.



Yesterday, we drove from Edmundston to Saint John with a few stops such as this one where I contemplated the gorge at Grand Falls. At the moment the Falls weren't too grand as not much water was pouring over at this time of year due to the dam, but we can say we've been there and done that.




The drive was quite scenic in the Canadian section of the Appalachians (photo taken from moving car). Did you know that Canadians usually say Appa-LAY-shuns while in my experience Americans go with Appa-LATCH-ee-uns? I'm not sure what that proves except that I am good at useless trivia.



We stopped for awhile at a town called Woodstock (but not that Woodstock), which is at the confluence of two rivers, one being the Saint John River and the other being a name I can't pronounce and can't remember if I could pronounce it. But for my fine American friends, I am happy to point out that the land on the other side of the river to the left is yours.



So, he we are, in a B&B on this rainy Sunday. Our breakfast companions were a couple of professors from Massachusetts who were on their way to their cottage in Cap Breton. He and I share a common interest in Celtic music. He plays the mandolin in a session (ie jam) in his home town, and I occasionally play the fiddle in my stomping ground. Anyway, it's a fine Inn/B&B; we could be spending a rainy day in a much worse place. The first photo shows the dining room and the second the stairs that we climb to our room. As charming as it is, this place is not for the infirm.




Cuppa and I shared many chuckles in the wee hours this morning when a restless AC awoke the sleeping beauty. Among others, one funny thing are the two chairs in our room (or is that two funny things?). One chair is a king-like throne and the other must be the servant's perch.



After today, the forecast is for clear weather, so we might keep ourselves too busy to post, so until next time ...