a.m. temp 55F.
Before getting on the road, we launched the canoe from the rocky beach and paddled along shore, trying to stay in the lee of a rocky point to our NW. We quickly turned back, as it was choppy and gusty. We should have taken it out last evening when it was calm.
A beautiful drive along the water. We had planned to stop somewhere near the Acadian Isles at the NE corner of New Brunswick, but we saw the entrance of the Acadian Historical Village and stopped to investigate. It turned out to be a large-scale historical restoration site run either by the government or a foundation. They collected about 100 old houses and farm buildings from around New Brunswick with connection to Acadian settlements dating from the early 1800's to the early 1900's. The Acadians, who originally settled in Nova Scotia, were deported by the British in the 18th century. Some came here. The historical village reconstruction gave us a good look at the history of those people, who lived in isolation and poverty until the mid-20th century. There is still a movement among the remaining Acadian people to maintain their culture. They even have their own flag. Bought one.
By the time we finished with the historical village (could have used another hour), it was time to make camp, so we drove a few more kilometers to Caraquet (pronounce the t) and a campground which couldn't have been a sharper contrast to Black Point. It has hundreds of sites, a pool, even a waterslide park. We settled down to a gourmet dinner: lobsters are in season and we bought some this morning, already cooked. We had lobster, asparagus, rolls, a good bottle of white wine, topped off with ice cream from the campground store. This camping life is rough.
A good day
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