Day 61- The chocolate temptation

Sunday August 11^th 

Time to pick up anchor in this land yacht and move east; this time to St. Andrew’s, New Brunswick. According to our research, there is a lot to see and do here, and the weather forecast is in our favor.

Oceanfront Campground -
water in the background

Fancy bathroom for a campground

It was a pleasant and thankfully uneventful drive to the Kiwanis Oceanfront Campground,  right on the peninsula overlooking the Passamaquoddy Bay.

 The sites were fairly close, and unfortunately, the sewer further away than we could easily reach, but other than that they were flat and mowed, which is good.  The facilities here are incredible; The bathroom and showers are so nicely appointed that they rival The Villages, Florida where I regularly give my guests the "bathroom tour" due to their grandeur. I am weird like that.

The laundromat, although expensive, was clean and the dryers did not create permanelty wrinkled clothes like so many do.  Plus, this campground is a great place to watch the tides as well as the fog, roll in and out.

After we got settled, we hurried off for a 45 minute drive to St. Steven and the Ganong Candy factory and the Chocolate Museum that was highly recommended, and a “must see“.  Well, that was one we could have done without. 

 The museaum was short staffed so they were not able to do the guided tours, and because it was Sunday, there were no employees to watch making the candy; so the admission fee was too steep for what you got. 

 Yes, you were allowed to eat all the little chocolates ( the kind you would have in a box of chocolates )  you wanted as you walked around reading signs.

Ever see a Chocolate Moose?
These were roaming the streetof St. Steven
 for the annual Chocolate Festival. 
 I have been wanting to photograph a moose!

 It was remotely interesting watching a video on how they built there business since the early 1900's,  but frankly, as far as the chocolate goes, I only liked one of the flavors, ( and proceeded to eat only 3 ) the rest I was taking a tiny bite of and throwing away.  Norm had about 5. We both felt sick afterward.  We just don’t eat that kind of stuff much.

We glanced across a very small river, there in St Andrews, and were shocked to be told that was Maine.  So close! You could literally throw a stone to it.  Would customs object? 

After we stopped at the Visitors Center we drove our poor, sugar-shocked bodies back to the campsite, and had a late dinner after our stomachs settled.

I had read on Trip Adviser about a beautiful, quiet island not yet discovered by tourists, called Grand Manan. This is one of the largest ( 21 miles long and only 11 wide ) of the Canadian Islands that sits between the Bay of Fundy and the Gulf of Maine on the Atlantic Coast.  This lovely little island is only 9.3 miles away from Lubec, Maine, the easternmost tip of the continental United States.  

The very helpful man at the visitors center strongly suggested we make reservations, particualarly for the ferry ride back at night.  When I got back to the RV,  I struggled with the internet service for a couple of hours, but finally made reservations to take the ferry out of Black Harbor ( another 45 minute drive in the other direction ) in the morning, and to take the last ferry back home.