Yesterday we took a road trip to St Martins, located just north of St Johns. It is a small fishing village on the bay. Our first surprise was the number of streets with Irish names. We did some research and found out that, during the potato famine in the 18th century, almost 700,000 Irish migrated to Canada, many to the Maritimes and New Brunswick.
St. Martin has now been designated as a "book town" with several booksellers located in the center of town. Another distinction is the two covered bridges and light house which, from the right perspective, can be photographed at the same time.
After we walked along the shore, Barbara had a taste for claim chowder, we stopped at a restaurant located on the beach which, according to Barbara" was the second best chowder she had ever had, the best came from her neighbor when she lived in Cleveland Hts.
Within a hour of our arrival the fog had rolled in. Although we drove the 10Km Fundy Trail much of the bay was covered in a heavy wet and cold fog.
When we returned to the campground it was just filling with weekend campers, lots of families with children. As it turned dark the families gathered together around campfires singing, laughing and eating, reminding us of our early days of camping with Gary and Cheryl.
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