May 22-25, 2009
Saint John, NB
When I started this blog, I was only planning on writing about Bryon’s death forward. Facebook reminded me today that On This Day eight years ago, Bryon arrived from New York for his first trip to Maine. It was before I moved to Albany. I felt like I wanted to share what I remember about that trip. I don’t want to forget before my daughter is old enough to hear the story so if I write it here, she will likely get a better account. A preservation of sorts. Also, I am riding a pretty harsh grief wave and maybe writing about this will give me a break from the grief.
As I was saying, Facebook reminded me that 8 years ago, I was excitedly awaiting to arrive of my love. It was a Friday. It was his first time coming to Maine and his first time meeting the parents. That was back when there was that topless donut shop in Vassalboro, ME and Bryon was getting a rise out of me by telling me he was going to stop. He didn’t actually stop but he enjoyed pulling my chain.
Saturday Bryon and I began the 3 hour drive to Saint John, New Brunswick. We made a stop at the West Quoddy Lighthouse in Lubec so we could say we had been to the most eastern point in the United States.
We arrived in Saint John, New Brunswick in the late afternoon. Bryon was driving and somehow knew his way around even without using Google Maps. He had an amazing sense of direction. We stayed at a Delta Hotel. We had dinner at the Saint John Alehouse which boasted the largest collection of beers on tap in Eastern Canada. They had 29 beers which Bryon found charming. We both ate these delicious burgers with a cheese that was flavored with Guinness and we both had a side of poutine. Bryon was talking about hockey with the bartender.
The next day, we drove another hour and a half to the Bay of Fundy National Park. I remember we passed a cute historic little cemetery and I was sad we didn’t stop. (I have fascination with old cemeteries.) Bryon assured me it was okay that we didn’t stop because they were probably Loyalists anyway.
We spent the day at the National Park. It was beautiful. We had lunch at a restaurant in a little coastal New Brunswick village named Alma. I don’t remember the name of the restaurant but I remember that we ate fried clams and that the service was not good.
That night we had dinner back in Saint John at a restaurant that overlooked the Reversing Falls. We went out a bar after but I don’t remember the name.
The next morning, we stopped at Moosehood Brewery and Bryon bought a few pint glasses on clearance. I think they have all been broken. At some point, we went to the New Brunswick Museum but I don’t remember where that fit into the timeline.
On the way, I remember we stopped at a gas station and convenience store in rural New Brunswick because we weren’t sure if we had enough has to get back to the US. (If you are not from the US or Canada, the reason we wanted to get back to the US is because gas is much less expensive here. So if you drive to Canada from the US, always, always, always fill your tank before you cross the border.) We put in ten dollars worth of gas figuring that would get us back to the US. Bryon couldn’t resist playing some scratch-offs.
I was excited that we were stopped on the International line.
So many details I don’t remember. Makes me glad that I now keep a travel journal and I write down all the mundane details like the names of restaurants and what we ate and every Museum we go to. I want my daughter to know every detail of our adventures. But I want to give her some idea of the adventures her Mom and Dad had before her.
5 thoughts on “Lubec, Maine and Saint John, New Brunswick”
I am so sorry for your loss.
We went to Lubec (Me, my husband and our 4 year old) 3 weeks after our baby was stillborn. Beautiful place. We live in Winterport.
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First I am really sorry about your baby 😦 That is heartbreaking and I can’t even imagine how painful that was (and still is.)
And second, you are so close to where I am from. I am from Surry! We were practically neighbors. Small world.
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Small world indeed. I think you may have left maine before we moved here (2008). My husband’s aunt and uncle live in Surry.
I am also sorry for your loss of your husband. I often feel so angry these days that young people die.
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I moved to NY in 2009 so we were briefly neighbors.
Yeah I don’t understand why some people live long and others do not. I think about everything Bryon wanted to accomplish that won’t. It makes me sad.