Nova Scotia Fall 2007 travel blog

Halcyon Yarns in Bath Maine. "Halcyon" is the first name of the...

The studio/workshop where looms are on display

This is the loom Anne examined

Halcyon, herself helped us with the purchase

Tom ran to the van to see if it fit. He took...

Of course, you need yarn to go with the loom

You can never have enough yarn!

Now on to Beans!

This "Flagship Store" never closes and has no locks on the doors.

Anne found a fabulously sharp blue winter coat

There is a trout pond right in the middle of the store!

This is how it all started with Leon Leonwood Bean's rubberized hunting...

Blueberry Pond campground

Our site

Morning and the rain

It rained all day


Thursday, October 11

From Ocean Wood, we headed back past Acadia. We really think Ocean Wood is a far better place to camp than at Acadia which has become so commercialized and has lost a lot of the rugged, primitive feeling that we remember from the long ago past.

Today was forming as a shopping expedition day. We were on our way to L. L. Bean! (Does anybody know what "L. L." stands for? Read one of the photo captions to find out). Before the stop at "Bean's Flagship Store" in Freeport, we went to Bath, Maine where there is a flagship store of another kind - Halcyon Yarns. Anne had a mission to find a portable loom to use in the RV on long trips. We were shown the perfect loom that folds, can be worked on one's lap, and fits in the overhead compartment of the van where we store sheets and blankets. The loom immediately found its new home. Now Anne can weave while Tom processes pictures or adds detail to his train layout. Yes, Tom has a Z Gauge train tucked away in the van!

The hour at Beans was quite productive. Anne got a fabulously sharp blue winter coat and Tom got his yearly pair of walking shoes. We then headed out to check out a campground for our last night before arriving at the Barker Plotkin farm camp in Mass. We had three possibilities. The first we looked for claimed to be the "closest to LL Bean." Five miles later, we turned around disgusted with this type of advertising on the coattails of Bean. The next campground was named "Freeport Village." Well it was not in the village of Freeport, but was a seasonal camper village in itself with a majority of year-round, permanently installed structures. It was beginning to get dark and the energy of both of these places turned us off.

Our last resort was "Blueberry Pond" which turned out to be at the end of a mile-long dirt road with "keep going" signs encouraging us to not turn around. Tom began to worry that the tire that had been losing air for a few days would not be able to take the washboard road - but it did. We pulled into a lovely wooded, nicely maintained, and friendly campground. Before even making dinner, we ran to the laundry. As we finished up dinner of lobster stew (that we had purchased at the Sea Basket earlier in the day), it began to rain lightly. By morning, the rain was a torrent and we were surrounded in a shallow sea. Of the six weeks of traveling, we had had only a handful of rainy days. We felt fortunate to had had such beautiful weather.

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