The Route: I-95 N to Rte 159 N to Rte 2 N to Rte 1 N to Rte 17 N/E
(All roads in good condition)
Lodging: Comfort Inn, Campbellton, NL, CA
Food: Chinese Restaurant next door to the Quality Inn
Joke of the day:
Figs your doorbell, I had to knock.
These are the jokes, folks.\
Portland to Campbellton
We picked up a Dodge Caliber form the airport, and commended a long day’s drive up I-95. In retrospect we should have taken 295 because an accident on I-95 really slowed things down. Either way was a toll road ... so there you have it.
I-95 provided us with a Dollar Tree in Augusta where we picked up three Styrofoam coolers. At first we were skeptical because they were small in size, about half the size of your average Styrofoam cooler. So far, however, that’s worked out even better as they are easier to manage.
We continued up 95 until Sherman where we stopped for gas. While there we saw a road called Houlton Road, and, as this is where we intended to cross the border, we decided to take it north rather than the interstate.
It was a lovely country drive without many stops and afforded a quick glance of Amish walking home. We arrived in Houlton easily where we stopped at a Wal-Mart for basic food items (cheese, crackers, salami, and diet coke).
The decision was made to take Rte 1 to Van Burn rather than cross at Houlton after all. It was a nice drive, though the sign for the bridge into Canada was smaller than anticipated, and so we drove past it. This would not be the first U-Turn of the trip ... nor the last, which is unfortunate because driving is not one of my mother’s strong points. ;-)
At the Canadian immigration we were all prepared with passports in hand, but the immigration officer didn’t give one hoot about our insignificant documentation. A few questions about the contents of the car, our destination, and the duration of our trip; and we were on our way.
“Didn’t he want to see our passports?” we asked each other.
Onward we went. We drove north through New Brunswick, and slightly after sunset made it to Campbellton where a decent room at the Comfort Inn was awaiting us. Decent with the exception of the couch, which was was tattered at best.
Upon check in, we were asked, “Would you like a wake-up call?” To which we replied, “No.” (This will become important later.)
After checking in, we walked next door to a Chinese restaurant operated by white people. Huh?
Exhausted and fed, we went to bed.
Hi! I started this blog after driving across the Trans-Labrador Highway in a Dodge Charger. A LOT of lessons were learned. Today, it's a mix of travels and tales (sometimes tails) along with all the lessons learned on the journey.