Just For The Memories

Last time I headed east, straight down the pike, so to speak - I ran into a hurricane. That time, day two, I made only 65 kilometres and was forced, because of wind, to stop. Next day I headed toward Fredricton. On a wing and a prayer, with a new friend riding wing, I ended up at a closed campground. I was just about out of gas and there was no possibility of getting any because of the wide spread power outages due to the storm. The kind owner, a woman, let me stay. There was nobody around and there were no services, except the toilets worked.

So today I thought, I'm in the neighbourhood, why not stop and take a look again, just for the memories and because it was 5 o'clock when it should have only been 4 o'clock (lost another hour of my life. Dam the time difference!)

Today, I met that woman's granddaughter. She works at the campground now. It's an RV park to the max, but they still let me stay. There was no sunset that night, just rain ... tonight the sun shone and set over the St. John river. Beautiful.