We started this day at 7:00 am. The gang decided they would pick up sausage biscuits and donuts in town (Calais) on their way out. We could eat on the way as I had a full day planned for us. Wallace being the driver decided to eat leftover breakfast casserole at home.
We entered Canada from highway 6 driving east in order to make our first stop at McAdam, New Brunswick.
This is the train depot that was built of local granite in 1900. This stop turned out to be popular with the guys.
Do you see the cross? Notice how the soot has colored the granite on the side the train entered the town.
Can you see yourself pumping this vehicle while checking the tracks?
This sculpture is one of three (above picture). Could this be John Henry?
Our tour guide Andrea, gave us a wonderful tour of the CPR, (Canadian Pacific Railway). If you visit on a Sunday you just might want some "railroad pie."
There was even a small jail. We decided to bail Wallace out.
The guys posing at the telegraph office where we played around with the morse code transmitter. When they decided to open up the depot for a museum, they found this safe.
And inside this safe, they found this.
Looks like a dragon's head. When Andrea placed a scrap of paper in it, the words raised were "Invisible Empire of the Ku-Klux-Klan of Canada...McAdam Klan # 5.
McAdam was a bustling place back in those days...look at how many people were employed.
An original piece of the furniture was displayed.
Now onto the dining room where the wealthy ate.
The fancy dishes with their emblem CPR on each dish. The salt and pepper shakers were pretty.
And this is where you ate if you did not have much to spend. Notice the jukebox in the back-ground.
We thought the street signs were pretty neat as we drove out of town.
We left the train station and drove to Hartland N.B. for a tour of the potato chip factory. This area is well known for their tasty potatoes. We took the self-guided tour while we ate a sample of chips. They do it all here, from planting, to harvesting, to filling the bags to sell.
Our choice was a bag of sweet potato chips with sea salt.
There is always time for goofing around and getting a few laughs!!!
Then it was off to see the longest covered bridge in the world at 1282 feet. It is one lane and you must wait your turn to go through it. It is near the potato chip place.
This is an accepted practice...to leave your name. This we did two years ago when we visited, and we found our faded names.
Naturally we just had to walk the entire length of the bridge where the St. John River flowed beneath us.
We crossed back into Maine at Holton...long line at this crossing, but we wanted to stop here for a little treat.
Back on highway 1 is what they call a million dollar view. This panoramic does not do it justice. It is a view of Grand Lakes.
This is a view of Mt. Katahdin traveling south on 1. It looks like an Indian at rest. The mountain is not always noticeable and this was a photo from 2011 to show y'all what it looks like. It is the highest mountain in Maine and the terminus of the Appalachain Trail.
Day 3 will have to wait. We no longer have computer access from home, so it is slow to catch up on goings on.
Until next time...