Cars of beauty and art:
Service stations of the past
I am thankful for the USA. We in the USA often refer to ourselves only as Americans. Of course we are, we are located in North America. Actually Mexicans and Canadians are as American as we are.
We have traveled some in Canada and very little in Mexico. I am sure there are national treasures in all of North America, we have shied away from finding them in Mexico due to the bad PR reports by travelers there.
(Our boys and I in Bar Harbor)
(My buddy Sonny and I just outside Falmouth, Nova Scotia, before the time of digital and phone cameras)
We have only been to a few of Canada's Natural Beauties. What we have witnessed is truly beautiful OR amazing. A few years ago there was a Ferry that regularly traveled from Bar Harbor to Falmouth Nova Scotia. We took the trip two times. Then we drove to Nova Scotia once. Falmouth is a beautiful place. It is also the birthplace of ‘It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas.’ Meredith Wilson wrote the song in a local Hotel there.
BUT the Bay of Fundy is NOT ALL beautiful, but AMAZING. Florida has about a 3’ tide. When I was at Spithead in England, I WITNESSED a 10 foot tide. BUT at the Bay of Fundy they have a 40 foot tide. The sea level changes 40 feet twice a day. With the tide IN, it is beautiful. But with the tide out, it is muddy and desolate.
I hope this works, we did not see this in person but this is a time lapse of the Bay of Fundy tides.
Now travel with me across Canada. It appears that every Canadian had just mowed their lawn and painted their houses, Canada is neat.
BUT now just imagine the wilds of the Canadian Rockies, then the less populated Yukon. Absolutely breathtaking.
. Driving further north, Ah yes, and the origination of “The Cremation of Sam McGee.” If you haven’t read it you should. Robert Service wrote:
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way that "he'd sooner live in hell." … … ….. …..