Our morning breakfast was bacon and pancakes with some of the delicious maple syrup we got in Kedgwick. Ralph said they were the best pancakes I’ve made, but I think he was just hungry! LOL
After leaving Carraquet, we drove down Highway 11 toward Tracadie-Shelia to see the leprosium museum. Leprosy is something I associate with Biblical times so I was intrigued to see what this was about. It seems that the area housed the leprosy hospital from the 1890’s to 1965! Surprised? I sure was. The museum housed artifacts from the hospital that once was there as well as information about leprosy. I didn’t know it was bacterial or that they’re found a cure for it! Amazing the things you learn.
From there we continued down the road, managing to wind up on secondary roads a few times when we hadn’t planned to. I had planned to photograph several lighthouses along the way but then we realized that they all looked alike! So we bypassed that idea. We did stop at Kouchibouguac National Park but didn’t go all the way through. We’ve seen sand dunes and beaches and I wasn’t interested in a long way.
We drove through Shediac on our way to Confederation Bridge, which links PEI with New Brunswick. That bridge is over 7 miles long. I can’t help but wonder how long it took to build it. Once over the bridge we stopped at the information center. And speaking of information centers, this whole area does an outstanding job! There are BIG blue ? along the roads and surprisingly they continue to direct you all the way to the actual centers! Once you’re there, they will help with camping reservations, maps, tickets, just about anything you need! Today Elaine made reservations at Crystal Lake campgrounds for us.
Unfortunately either the directions were lacking or we failed to follow them correctly. And when you’re pulling a 25-foot 5th wheel, turning around is not an easy task. Poor Ralph! However, we did finally find the campground. Several families from New Brunswick are camped around us, here with kids for a ball tournament. They have been very friendly which is a nice change from the Quebecians we’ve been encountering. Hearing English again is great. All the folks in New Brunswick speak English but they first choice is French.
We’re finished a very late supper of salmon and yellow rice. Now it’s time to chill out with some TV.