Heading to Nova Scotia, by way of New Brunswick

The night we spent in Petit Rocher, New Brunswick was on of our funnest nights! The people in the RV Park were mostly locals, who had homes within an hour away, and came to their rigs in the RV park for the entire summer every year. They all knew each other. As we've observed, this is the custom in Canada. They are determined to absorb as much of their summers as possible, and many many people have a rig of some sort permanently situated at an RV park near their home, and they live in the rig in the summer. This is people of all ages, even young adults with children. Their summers are SOOO precious, and they are aware of it, and they're determined to be 'out in it'. So we were immediately the odd couple out, but the residents reminded me of Cajuns. They were so friendly, and opened up their arms and accepted us immediately. When I checked into the park, the owner told me that she had hired a band for that night (Saturday of Labor Day Weekend), and we were welcome to come to the hall at 9:00 if we wanted to join in. So we decided that even though 9:00 was already past our bedtime, we'd go. We showered and dressed up a bit, and went to the dance. And we met so many extremely nice people, who, like Cajuns, LOVED to party, and were your friend from the moment they saw you. These are our special friends, Michelle Arceneau (I don't know how you spell French male 'Michael'. Help me out, REOS); and his wife Nicole. Her brother took the picture for us. I tried to also get a picture of the dance floor, and the 'band' which turned out to be an older man, who performed very very well, all by himself with his guitar and synthesizer. He sang mostly in French (even Chuck Berry and Rollin' Stones songs.) He was really gifted, and we enjoyed dancing, and meeting our new friends. We also met a man named Richard, who had retired from IBM. Michelle and Nicole still had jobs, and went to work from the RV park, and even went to church the next morning.

OK, this is absolutely the high point of Dick's entire trip. (The fog turned to rain, and when we stopped to gas up, he put on his raincoat from Niagara.) But inside the convenience store was this GORGEOUS Canadian Royal Mounted Policewoman. And and all of us who know him, know that's he's never shy about introducing himself to a gorgeous woman. He came out to the rig to get me to take a picture of him with his new 'friend.' Turns out she'd just come from a friend's wedding, where a group of Mounties stood in 2 lines, facing one another, and with their sabers, formed an entry for the bridal party as they entered the wedding. Wouldn't that have been impressive, and very memorable? Anyway, she was very gracious about having her picture taken, and a very nice person. She said her Dad had been a Mounty, and she decided to follow in his footsteps. I asked her name, but I've forgotten now. And George has even forgotten, but he said his brain was temporarily short circuited. ; - )