It cost us $46 to cross the Confederation Bridge. Eight miles long, it connects Prince Edward Island with New Brunswick and rests on 62 piers planted in the Northumberland Strait. The long crossing gave us plenty of time to learn more about PEI on Wikipedia. The red earth is great for growing potatoes, the province's primary export.
A stop at Magnetic Hill in Moncton broke up a long morning of driving.
It's been around since horse and buggy days. Let's just say people were more easily entertained then.
An unpleasant surprise awaited us when we picked up Thom's car in Bangor. Less than a mile from the garage, we discovered it had a flat and no spare. The wonderful employees at a nearby Citgo station dropped everything to "plug" it.
Portland claims Romantic poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. He wrote "The Song of Hiawatha." If nothing else about his epic, you probably remember the name of the title character's girlfriend: Minnehaha.
We passed Longfellow's house on our way to church for a drink.
The only thing Grace lacked was a congregation, though Tuesday evening may have been to blame for that.
After an incredibly delicious tapas meal at Sur Lie, we window shopped before turning in at our very small "studio," where we shared a bathroom with some other, unseen lodgers. It was by far the least pleasant and most expensive of our accommodations.
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