Storm Chased in our RV


At present I am off the island and having some computer issues so I am posting something I wrote some time ago….hope you enjoy!



(or Running ahead of the storm that’s a-coming!)

Friday September 3rd ….at the crack of dawn….




Well, here we are on Highway 2 running for our lives. Ok Ok so we’re not actually in fear for our lives but nonetheless, we are feeling motivated by the fact that as we sat last evening in our once considered rather large and perhaps somewhat grand Motorhome, and then upon hearing that a big bad-ass storm was heading directly for us in our now acknowledged teeny weeny motorhome, we had best get out of Dodge and fast!

Being the savvy Islanders that we are and therefore having ridden out any number of Hurricanes inBermuda, we may appear to some of you as chicken-hearted or even yellow-bellied. I know; I know, it does look that way, but you only have to spend one dark stormy night with torrential rain and thunderstorms in this Rig to feel the anxiety of the thought of any wind more than 20 mph. So we made this decision and we have cut and run…..

Yup, we are hightailing it into midlandMaineto wait out the furor of Hurricane Earl.

So after just spending some time reading my Bible and no not just because of this storm am I reading it… I stand or rather sit at attention in the co-pilot seat, being at the ready to serve and aid my darling husband…..that is, keeping him alert with my witty and interesting conversations and being ready to read any of the signs along the route. For example, you might like to know that about 50 miles back, we passed a wee town here in New Brunswick, famed for having the last fatally fought duel wherein at least one of the challengers was shot and killed. Then only 20 miles ago, we passed a town that claims to have “the world’s largest axe”…yes, AXE!!!! What life lessons we are learning on this marvelous journey.  Later I plan on sharing with my beloved husband some fond memories from schooldays long past. Do you think he will be interested in my naming every one of my teachers from Primary through to Grade 9 when I first fell in love with a rather dashing handsome male teacher (who incidentally married my older cousin and left my heart in pieces) and then on to the one teacher who decided I would be best served repeating the 11th Grade? Well my parents agreed by the way but I managed to finagle myself intoNursingSchool without ever doing Grade 12. AHA! And it was not even a male director of Nursing but rather a Nun. …..

Do any of you recall some of my narrative that I sent your way when we drove 2 years ago through the Prairies and the delight of our chance sightings of many forms of wildlife inAlbertaandBritish Columbia? Well so far inNova Scotia,PEIandNew Brunswick, we have had several close encounters of the trashy kind. Yes, we have passed at least a dozen raccoons who grace the highways and byways of the Maritimes as road kill. There have also been quite a few evidences of nauseating after-smells of skunks though we were fortunate enough not to have met any face to face and then of course there are the flying wildlife abounding here …..damn mosquitoes! But nary a deer nor moose have we seen. Still the provinces are filled with amazing beauty….the lush thick forests and the sparkling lakes and rivers…..the coastal seas pounding along the craggy shores. We love it all but most importantly, the people. Having been born and raised as a native Maritimer myself, I take pride in the people who live out their lives in this beautiful and oftentimes cold and stormy countryside.  We have enjoyed meeting up with cousins again and dear old friends. Though the years have separated us, we were welcomed back.

We are at the Border now so I shall close down the computer while we deal with American Customs etc…….


Oh darn! They confiscated our citrus. We only had 2 tangelos left and though I begged the agent to wait whilst I quickly consumed them, I was denied though he couldn’t have been nicer about our loss. It was when I watched him throw them into a trash receptacle, that I could contain my emotions no longer and I cried out that he was committing a gross sin. (Really this is true) and fortunately he did not arrest me or even threaten to lock me up but rather sheepishly apologized and promised he would hit the nearest confessional once his shift ended. Ok so that last part is a fabrication but he did say he was very sorry for my loss. I vowed then to lie through my teeth at any customs border but Ray put me in my place and told me that was a definite no-no!

Saturday…….September 4th at Katahdin Shadows Campground somewhere in the thick forest of inner Maine:


You may be pleased to note that we were successful in avoiding Hurricane Earl and any winds related to same. We did however, and much to my delight, spend a night listening to a constant deluge of torrential rains. This morning we awoke to a rather subdued array of fellow campers wringing out their soaked sleeping bags. They were for the most part happy but somewhat envious at seeing how dry and cozy we were as we exited our Motorhome to walk our dogs. We  had to don full storm-rain gear and with the dogs wrapped in their designer doggie raincoats, they sniffed their way through puddles to find just that perfect spot to leave their marks.

The campground is filled to overflowing as many campgrounds along the coast had to be evacuated. Many crept in to set up in the wee hours of the morning.


And so we are doing very well. There is such a sense of rest and peace in living out this dream….that is, trekking along the highways of this beautiful vast country, meeting people from all walks of life as we make our way here and there. For example, yesterday at the border, we spotted another Motorhome couple who somehow had managed to end up in the queue that was meant for cars only. When one is driving a 40 foot Rig and towing a car or truck, it is next to impossible to quickly change lanes and actually impossible to reverse. In such a case, one has to get out and unhook the tow vehicle and then somehow turn oneself around. So, being the kind hearted folks we are, (ahem), we invited them to squeeze in front of us. In order to do this Ray had to do some fancy smancy maneuvering and they just managed the shift into our lane. They were most grateful and called out a “Thanks, Y’all” to us. It just so happened later that they had stopped at the same rest stop as us to have lunch and so being the gracious southerners they are, the came up to our door to thank us…..

What a pleasant surprise when later at our campsite, there was a knocking at the door and the southern belle Judy came to ask us to join them for birthday cake. We had a pleasant evening getting to know the retired Delta Pilot and his lovely wife. We’ve even exchanged email address and so on……hurray more friends for Helen and Ray. We are now up to an acceptable level so we feel no further need to be nice to anyone. Ha ha ha

And so I close for now.

Ooops, I almost forgot to mention that I am now the Gin Rummy Champ of the Bermuda Belle, having wiped the floor with Ray’s feeble attempts to beat me. HA!



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