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A trip up north

Today is Monday September 27th, 2022. I am writing this only a few days before my first real trip outside my country of the United States of America. I am excited, anxious, and nervous.

As you read this, I am now back home. I decided not to publish this until my return home from my destination. I never know who reads these and who might visit my empty house.

Sunday the 25th of September, Marcie and I are boarding a plane to head to Nova Scotia, Canada. I was in Canada once in my mid-twenties for about 10 minutes. My buddy and I were visiting someone in Jackson, Michigan and drove over to Canada to say we had been there. It was pre-911 and there was no checkpoint, only a sign on the road saying welcome to Canada. This time we I will spend one week traveling the southern part of Nova Scotia.

There is some solace in my mind knowing that I won’t be worried about getting back home to Kota, but sadness as I think about him daily. I will have nervousness about flying and going through customs. I am not afraid to fly, but I am just too big to comfortably sit in those little airplane seats.

We leave from Louisville Sunday morning, fly to Philadelphia, layover for a few hours, then fly on to Halifax. We have already exchanged some money from US dollars to Canadian dollars. We will adjust to the one hour ahead of time difference, and as for now, the weather looks to be high daily in the mid 60’s. Our vaccine cards are ready to be packed, our passports are also ready, and this week we will spend packing the clothes and camera gear we need for our trip.

Marcie and I have ‘some things to do’ list, but nothing other than lodging is set in stone. We are renting a car at the airport and driving to whatever destinations we decide daily.

We have plans to go whale watching (hope to conquer a fear), tour the Blue Nose ship, and visit small little towns and harbors along the coast. We will try to eat local as much as we can and get a feel for what locals enjoy in each town we visit. I plan to take many pictures and explore as much as possible. We will take a ferry across the Petit Passage and the Grand Passage. I have always been drawn to fishing boats, wharfs, and large bodies of water. Here we will visit, the North Atlantic Ocean, St. Mary’s Bay, the Bay of Fundy and the Gulf of Maine.

Right now, all I can do is watch YouTube, surf the internet, and read articles about places we plan to visit. By the time you read this, I will have my own experiences. I plan to share my adventures from Peggy’s Cove, Lunenburg, Halifax, Mahone Bay, Blue Rocks, and the cliffs of Cape St. Marie Lighthouse, amongst many other destinations. More to come.

Until next time,

Tim (Kilmer)

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