It’s Been a Berry Good Trip

With time steadily slipping by, we reluctantly head south toward the U.S. border.
Once again, we pass through Fundy National Park and witness it’s extreme tide changes.

 These boats gently rest on their cradles, patiently waiting for the incoming tide to lift them up to the waiting dock.

                               We found one last harbor for the night, Dipper Harbor.

This is a real lobster pound, a holding pen where lobsters are unloaded from the boats and held until they are sold and shipped to market.

These two boats are scallop fishers, with on-board shucking stations.

 This apparatus is lowered and dragged along the sea floor to snag the scallops. 

It is periodically hauled up and it’s catch is dumped in a large tray and taken to the waiting shucking crew.

                                  We had one more beautiful, peaceful sunset--

              --and awoke to the same view with a foggy, but spectacular sunrise.

The fishermen were happy to talk with us, as they said it’s unusual for outsiders to come to this out-of-the-way place.

 Lobster season is now closed here and traps and floats are stored on floating docks out in the harbor.

Our last day in Canada was uneventful except for this big blueberry we came across along side of the road.  With picking scoop and bucket in it’s hands, we couldn’t pass it up.

 The wild blueberries tasted better than any we had before and we now have a pie and basket of berries to eat.

 These gals are removing any damaged berries and stems or plant parts that don’t get packed.

                          It didn’t look as though it was a very exciting job.

 But they were having fun and get to eat all the berries they want to eat.

We were greeted at the border by the Acadian, American, New Brunswick and Canadian flags.  We passed our border inspection at Calais and slipped into Maine where hurricane Irene is expected to make landfall tomorrow afternoon.