over-filled by tourists. So we ended up
at a spot recommended by a friend, 15
miles from the main road by a logger's
path. The last mile was rather rugged and
although we thought we'd be alone, we
were astounded to see a kind old man
already there with his fifth-wheel! Surely,
this man has balls! I don't think I would
have pulled such trailer down there.
By the time we set up our camp,
prepared dinner, sat and ate, the water
of the bay had withdrawn to expose,
the bottom of which was submerged
just one hour before, a huge bank
studded by large and tall dunes.
Absolutely stunning!
We spent the last day driving from
the province of New Brunswick to our
home, 665 miles in a single stroke. We
were thoughtful about our journey and
so thankful that it went without a hitch.
The Land Cruiser, faithful as always, did
not use a single drop of oil. We did not
miss our bed at all, only our sons. Ever
since, a week does not pass where we
don't talk about this trip. Surely we will
follow this same path again.
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