We spent our last day day in Maine canoeing in a secluded lake. One of us even went skinny dipping. Paddling on the lake made the whole “Camping in Maine” trip complete.
There aren’t many campgrounds still open in Prince Edward Island this time of year, but I found 2. One was huge that looked like a giant parking lot next to a beach where we could pitch our tent in the middle of 1,387 of our closest friends in RV’s. We chose the small, family run campground surrounded by trees and grass. Because it’s off season, we reserved a cabin for $10 more than a tent site. Last night it dipped into the 30′s inside our tent, and while 99% of our body parts were toasty warm in our sleeping bags, our noses froze.
We had an uneventful border crossing into Canada, although George warned me ahead of time to claim the bottles of rum were for our consumption and not for Canadian friends. Oh, and I finally saw a moose. I need to be more specific when I make a goal. For the record, I want to see a living, breathing moose standing on all fours.
We spent a beautiful evening strolling along the boardwalk in North Rustico, PEI and tried our first “PEI Lobster Supper” – a boiled lobster with an all you can eat “Sixty Foot Long Salad Bar” (the manager emphasized this several times during his pitch) that included seafood chowder and steamed mussels. And dessert. The food was fresh, the trips to the salad bar were numerous, and the lobster meat was tender and sweet – sweeter than Bahamian lobster. And as if the evening couldn’t get more perfect, we came back to a heated cabin. We’re getting spoiled. Next thing you’ll know, we’ll want sheets.