Last night while we were packing for our trip we smelled
what we thought was the sewers backing up. As we live in a basement beach front
apt it is not out of the question that this could happen. The Fabreeze made an
entrance and cast itself all over the place and that was that. We did blame the
dog that lives upstairs because after you play with him, his stench gets into
your skin and does not leave. Well that overdose of fabreeze was uncalled for because
as I opened my previously packed suitcase to change into some shorts, I notice
on the bottom of my new merrells what looked like mud. Naturally being of the
inquisitive nature I gave it a good sniff. Yup you guessed it, I PACKED POO. The long and short of it, the dog upstairs
did his business on the lawn and it was not cleaned up until I graciously
walked in it. Thanks Bear!
After a good scrub with an old toothbrush, my suitcase being
secretly doused with fabreeze without me suspecting we were off. St. Andrews New Brunswick is our destination
with Boston, Vermont and Maine the coming attractions
Our bellies full from a brief stop at Meemas for a tasty
dinner of baked beans, scalloped potatoes and meatloaf, we hit the Rainbow
bridge around 7 pm. Traffic did not exist so everything was a snap..well except
the border guard who seemed to take great pleasure in showing his trainee how
people react to questions. He said
"watch this"? Then to me "whats your name?". I know I
looked at him with a bit of "really" then said my name . He turned to
his recruit and confidently said "See, that's what happens. Well now I am
pissed because I am the border guards guinea pig. He asked me a few more
questions and these two guys were literally having their way with my reactions
to the questions. Bama sees I am getting pissed an quietly says "calm
down, they are saying you are telling the truth and are honest". Well that
must have been the case (she is usually right) because he just passed back the
passports and that was that.
* on a side note, I have crossed some sketchy borders in
Central America with scary gun toting evil looking mother fuckers and have less stress then crossing into the United
States of Paranoia.**
Sadly I took the 190 north to Lewiston instead of south to
Buffalo and we ended up in a massive lineup for the Queenston Lewistion bridge.
Yup just did a lap around Niagara Falls NY.
A quick U turn and before you
knew we were being lead down interstate 90 east by a moon that seemed to hang
in animated suspension in the dead centre of the highway guiding our way.
This Moon fire lit highway was sparse of traffic and we made
good time to end up at the Days Inn in Canastoga New York. I have never seen a red moon before and there is suppose to be a
blue moon at the end of the month because there are two full moons this month). Now mother nature is just messing
with us.
I really did not know
what town we were in when I pulled of the Interstate (95) and asked the nice
older woman behind the desk, "by the way, where are we. She gave me a
knowing "I know your tired" look. Canastoga's claim to fame is the Boxing Hall of fame. This
Days Inn is across the street and the lobby is loaded with famous
pictures. Larry Holmes, Joe Frazier good old Canadian boy George Chavalo.
Road Trip Odometer day 1 - 367 km