Field test number two went very well last weekend. We loaded up Lonestar and headed south to New Horton to Shire Camping, a small campground we’d found on Freecampsites.net. Buddy stayed at home this time as he was having brake issues and needed bed rest. This was more of an experiment to see how the alterations we’d made to the trailer were working, and if there was anything else that needed attention.
“C’mon in boys, the water is fine.”
The campsite bordered a wetlands preserve situated on the edge of the Bay of Fundy. There were no amenities, and it was very difficult to find a level spot to park, but the place was very quiet and well-tended to. Don, the owner, said he’d been operating this site across the road from his house for over twenty years now. He was quick to welcome us and make us feel at home, but just as quick to mention that he accepted donations. He also repeated himself often, especially reminding us of the donation jar. We got the hint, lol.
“I detect, like me, you’re endowed with the gift of gab.”
We’d only been there a few minutes before we’d encountered our new temporary neighbors. Full timers for eight years, Ronda and Bruce were from Seattle, WA and had arrived the day before. Home was a 1987 Airstream with a few modifications, but very warm and cozy. I’d never been inside an Airstream before, and was quite impressed with how much storage room they had.
Just before supper time, a young couple arrived in a Honda Element with a rooftop tent. Donovan and Marie were from South Carolina, and on a two month road trip to celebrate their engagement, although Donovan had lived in the Element for eight months prior to connecting with Marie. It wasn’t long before we were all swapping travel stories and settling in for a pleasant evening.
“Care for some gopher?”
“No thank you, Delmar. A third of a gopher would only arouse my appetite without beddin’ ‘er back down.”
On Saturday morning, Ronda and Bruce dropped by to invite both ourselves and the younger couple over for dinner. Being raised right (I hope), I asked if we could bring anything. Since neither Mike nor I drink wine and wouldn’t know the first thing about selecting a good one, we volunteered to bring dessert. Ronda assured us that anything would be fine, but laughingly hinted she was rather fond of gingersnaps.
So, early Saturday afternoon we set off to find something sweet and tasty. While I planned to pick up gingersnaps for Ronda, I was hoping to score a nice cake or fresh pie for the rest of us. No biggie right? Pretty common stuff, and every grocery store has its own bakery these days.
“Well, ain’t this place a geographical oddity.
Two weeks from everywhere!”
What we hadn’t counted on was that our ‘free’ campsite was exactly 50 miles from nowhere in particular and 100 miles from anywhere specific. To say shopping was somewhat limited would be an understatement. Trying both Google and our GPS, we were informed that to reach the closest mainstream grocery store, we’d have to travel all the way back to Moncton, a little over an hour’s drive. Not wanting to spend more for gas than a decent dessert was worth, we decided to try to stay local, and see what we could find.
“Well, it didn’t look like a two-horse town,
but try finding a decent hair jelly.”
We first found a ‘general’ store that generally amounted to a big pile of nothing. A rack of chips, axe handles, 3 cans of Chunky Soup, various plumbing parts and a frozen pizza that looked like it had been dropped off by the last glacier. Not exactly what we were looking for. We kept going.
A few miles down the road, and we stopped at a gas bar/convenience store. Pretty much the same story, except this one had a coffee machine and a few packages of hamburger buns as well. Still no dessert options, unless we brought everyone back a KitKat bar. Moving on.
“Ohhhh mercy, yes! We got to beat that competition!”
Third time the charm, we found another corner store. This one was interesting to say the least. Not only did I find a package of gingersnaps, but Mike found a 4 pack of Kahlua Mudslides (one of his faves) and a 6 pack of Raspberry Smirnoff Ice (one of mine) in the walk-in cooler in the back of the store. I’m still getting used to finding alcohol anywhere but the liquor store. Shows you how often I buy it. That much Smirnoff will probably last me until Halloween. I’m such a cheap date.
So no pies or cakes, but at least we’ve got cookies and cocktails, and we head to the cash. As we come up to the front of the store, we overhear the conversation between the clerk and an older gentleman, who seems agitated. Apparently, he was a bit put out because the chicken feed he was after was not exactly where the clerk had told him it was. I did a bit of a double take, not sure I heard him right. Chicken feed? Really? Bloody hell, we’ve discovered a shopping mecca. Gingersnaps, chicken feed and alcohol, the store with literally everything. How lucky could we get?
Apparently, a little luckier than that. We learned (when we stopped giggling about the chicken feed) that there was indeed a proper grocery store, and it was just another 5 minutes farther on. A yummy pie and a few grocery staples later, and we headed back for a delicious dinner and enjoyable company. And yes, the chicken feed was the running joke of the evening.
“So long boys. See you in the funny papers.”
On Monday morning, everyone packed up and said their goodbyes. Ronda and Bruce we headed for Prince Edward Island, and Donovan and Marie were off to Nova Scotia. We hadn’t made up our minds yet about where we’d try next, but we knew we had to dump our tanks and pick up fresh water, so we headed for Moncton.
In the meantime, we tried Freecampsites again. Besides Wal-Marts, there’s not a lot to choose from for free sites in this neck of the woods. But we found one listed near Parrsboro, Nova Scotia, so once we finished the maintenance in Moncton, we decided to give it a try. What we found was a beautiful spot in Nova Scotia we’d never been to before, and a view that took our breath away (literally!).
More on that next post.
And bonus points if you comment the name of the movie that this post’s subheadings all come from. Never get tired watching that one.