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Cast your guess on mileage driven during our recent trip to New England and the Canadian Maritimes. Check out the previous blog for all the particulars on where we went and what we did. Submit your guess to any of the contacts at the end of this blog.


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T Shirt Contest

Our trip north has ended and we are back home after XXXX number of miles. How many miles did you put on that Subaru of yours you might ask. Well, thats why we’re having a contest and the winner will receive a Maryland Flag “T” Shirt.


Six years ago my brother in-law Bobby and I made a cross country trip together to Colorado, we were delivering a car to my granddaughter at the Air Force Academy. I blogged our trip through the Ohio River Valley, the bread belt of Illinois and Kansas and up to the Rockies of Colorado. We had a T Shirt contest for that adventure as well. Our winner was Della Baird of Wilmington, NC and her photo in her winning T Shirt was posted on a later blog.  Uncle Bobby is no longer with us, but whenever we go on a trip his spirit for adventure lives.

So, here we go.

You must email the Rooster @ no later than midnight on September 30, 2016 with your guess on the # of miles driven on our trip through, CT, RI, MA, NH, ME, NB, PEI, NS and back. The person who comes the closest without going over the actual total mileage is the winner.

The Itinerary

Departed Eden/Allen, MD, 21822  on 21 August and drove to Vernon then Tolland, CT. We hung out in CT for six days taking a few side trips to Mystic, CT,  Westerly, RI for one and to our daily walking path in Vernon and breakfast there a few times also. We went to Stafford Springs, CT for my State Police Troop “C” reunion also.

Back on the road 28 August we would leave Tolland and head to Bangor, ME. We pretty much drove a direct route to Portland, ME and then the all back roads to Bangor began. We tried to stay parallel to I-95 but we got off the beaten path more than once.

After a nice evening in Bangor, ME we headed out to cross the Canadian border on 29 August at the Calais/St. Stephen crossing and drive to Moncton, NB for the evening.  Rt 1 was our road for that trip. We drove around some to see the tide change and have dinner while in Moncton.

On August 30th we arose well rested and after a great breakfast we were off to the home of Lucy Maude Montgomery, the Author of “Anne of Green Gables.” Garmin got us there directly. Now you must do a bit of detective work and locate the site. After some time at Lucy’s homestead we headed to Charlottetown and our hotel. Oops, the rooms not ready. To kill some time we would drive to Brackley Beach and have some great fish and chips. After much it was back to Charlottetown and the hotel right down town.

We arose on the 31st and after some walking about town we drove semi directly to the ferry located at Wood Islands where we would cross to Nova Scotia and the city of Halifax. We would drive directly to Halifax via Garmin and park our car for two days in the garage of the Residence Inn. Our feet would be our transportation for this stop.

We would hop back into the car once again on 2 September and drive via Garmin to Saint John, NB. We did take a side trip to Fundy National Park along the way. More figuring for you readers out there. Once again our feet and a Trolly tour were our transportation while in Saint John for two days.

On Sunday 4 September we departed Saint John, made the border crossing at ST Stephen/Calais once again and followed Garmin’s direction to Bucksport, Me. Once checked into the Bucksport Motor Inn, highly recommend it by the way, we were off on a drive along Route 1 south to Bayside, Belfast and the Young’s Lobster Pound. If ever in Belfast try it out, you will not be sorry, provided you like Lobster that is.


Labor day, September 5 we headed south to Portland, Maine, we ignored Garmin once again and motored along Route 1 south. We saw old haunts along the way, Lincolnville and it’s ferry to Islesboro where we ventured with family for a beachside picnic many years ago. Going through the town of Bath you pass the Bath Iron Works, a neat view as you cross the Kennebec river.

We made a stop in Camden, a must if you ever travel Route 1. Slow down people, get off the Interstate. Entering Camden I had an “Epiphany.”  “Wallack” I shouted out as my wife glared at me like I was some crazy man. Ever since heading south from the border I had been trying to remember someone’s name.  I’d gone through the alphabet over and over. Have you ever done that? I knew his first name was Mark and when he retired from the CT State Police he had moved to Maine. I had known this man dating back to 1981 when he first applied to the department for a Troopers position. I was working in the Selection Unit back then.

So I remember a name, the man possibly living in Camden from a contact I had back some ten years ago about him retiring to Camden, ME. No address, no phone number and no internet to go searching. “Dang” says I to myself as I ease into a parking spot right in downtown Camden. The little lady want’s to walk the shops, “$$$,” visit the waterfront and just take a nostalgic stroll, we’ve been here numerous times over the past 51 years.

She sees an eclectic souvenir shop and enters. I stroll ahead totally oblivious to her disappearing act which is commonplace. Many times I’m thankful she has her phone with her, “where are you I ask?” On this occasion I recover from the alone feeling quickly and trace her back to the said store. I mean I was a Detective, right?

The Mrs. searches the shelves for something to take to Oklahoma to the great grandkids in October and I think, this place must have a phone book. I borrow the book, peruse the “W’s” list of names and no Mark Wallack, “damn” I mutter to myself. No luck I say to the store owner. “Who are you looking for,” he asks. I explain who, and the connection going back thirty-five years ago. “Mach” he exclaims, “I know Mach.” You see, there are no “R’s” in the Maine vocabulary. The man goes into a lengthy explanation of how he knows him and how much a part of the community he is. I get a phone number and address from him, he lives just one mile out of town. We’re out of the store, $58.95 later, and we head up the street to see an old friend.

We find the house, an adorable Cape on a lake, kayak with fishing rod rigged to the side, (every man’s retirement dream) just waiting at the dock. A feisty Aussie Mini Collie, (could be something else, but that’s close enough) is greeting us on the porch. I find out later the dog’s name is Frisbee.  I knock, Mach answers, we recognize each other after all these years and it’s Man Hug Time.


We pass an hour’s plus of time, take a few remembrance photos and say good-by. I shall MACH this epiphany in my journal. It was great seeing you old friend.

We continue south, stop and get a Subway, grinder in hand, New England for Hero, Sub, Italian Sandwich, or what ever. We have ourselves a roadside lunch stop in Rockport and continue south to Freeport, home of L. L. Bean. You can not go through Freeport without stopping at the store, I think it’s a law or something. I have my picture taken in front of the customary boot, spend a few dollars and we’re off again.


We will spend the night in Portland, take a side trip to Windham to have dinner with old friends, Gilbert’s Chowder House was the venue for this last taste test. This time a Bread Bowl of Fish Chowder.  Great to see you Shirley and Ray. Shirley and my sister Donna were best of friends, having first met as student nurses back in 1963. Shirley was part of the family at my sisters bedside when she died on July 1st. Thank you Shirley for all you have meant for so many years. The few, the proud, the Pie Maker. Too short a visit, we will make it longer next time. Back to the hotel on Mall Road in Portland for a good nights sleep prior to leaving for Tolland, CT the next AM.


Herself on the left  with good friends Shirley and Ray

Garmin would be happy with us on Tuesday, September 6. No U-turns were suggested as we cruised the speedy interstates the entire way. We did continue past Tolland to Vernon Pizza for a great Grinder, Capiccola for me, Pastrami for herself.

We lay over one night with the son and family, say good-night and are out the door by 0500 the next morning. Our last day on the road was an easy one, Garmin is not needed at all, I drove this route for the first time 57 years ago. I’ve varied the route countless times, often going far out of the way just to do something different. I’ll keep Garmin on in case a detour is needed at some point but not for directions.

Here you go, last bit of mileage to calculate, Tolland, CT via I-84 to I-684 Brewster, NY to I-287, to Garden State Parkway in NJ. NJ Turnpike, cross into Delaware ( She wore a Yellow Ribbon by the way) Rt. 1 south to Dover, DE to Rt.13 to 21810.

OK you readers out there, get calculating, googling or what ever. Make your best guess and submit it by September 30, 2016 by 2400 hours to

If you win and want the shirt, please state size and your mailing address. I shall not flood you with junk mail, only a “T” shirt.

Just a little FYI, we got four new hens last night, 15 weeks old and our first egg this afternoon. Six hens now and one very happy Rooster named Casper. The girls are Mary, Hillary, Donna, Linda, Bobbie and Marie. Hillary by the way is a liar. Always spending time in the layer box, squawking like she just laid an egg and no egg to be found. Liar, Liar, pants on fire.

Thanks for stopping by. Plenty of links for you this time, enjoy. We have now traveled every mile of and touched touched both ends of  U.S. Route 1.  Can you say Xylophone?

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Bucket List Fulfilled


The Campbell home, that L.M. Montgomery called the “wonder castle of my childhood”, was built in 1872 by her Uncle John and Aunt Annie Campbell. The first Campbells’ settled here in 1776 and it is still in the Campbell family after over two hundred and thirty years. Here, L.M. Montgomery, author of the world-famous novel Anne of Green Gables was inspired to write many novels and it is the setting for Anne’s Lake of Shining Waters. * From the website

Notice the cat, the Mrs. has always said ” A house without a cat is not a home.”

On Tuesday we broke out the Bucket List and checked off my girl’s #1, PEI and the setting for L.M. Montgomery’s inspiration for “Anne of Green Gables.” I’ve been told we have to purchase the CD of the entire series, 70’s era and watch it. You’ll love it she says. Will not be watching Thursdays, Saturdays, Sundays or Monday Nights. My on-going Bucket List of Pigskin frolics (Football) will be on the big screen over the fireplace.

I am quite impressed with our adventure to the Maritime Provinces. It all started when leaving the USA at Calais, ME and being greeted by the Border Security ambassador. The roadways have been wonderful, the scenery superb, the homes well cared for and litter non-existent. The people we have come in contact with are congenial and quite forthcoming when engaged in conversation. And just to let you know, I’m an engager. I have realized I must get a new business card promoting the Rooster and his Blog. I’ve got to hand my contacts something when I approach them and ask, ‘Hi there, do you mind if I ask you a few questions.”


Upon leaving the house that Anne was realized in, we headed to Charlottetown, PEI and our hotel for the night. With the room not ready for a few hours we headed out to explore what PEI had to offer. We headed out to Brackley Beach, a Provincial Park on the Ocean. The entry, much like back home in Assateague, MD was staffed by what I shall call Park Rangers. The fee for Seniors is $6.80 each. However after asking directions off the park for a restaurant, we were granted free access. It seemed that a ways up the beach there were several restaurants, Richard’s being one of them. The Ranger says, and I quote ” free enterprise you know, we can’t charge you for going there.” We had the most tummy filling Fish and Chips meal of fresh caught Cod that morning.


64f, nice breeze, no flys, a glass of Chardonnay and the smell of the ocean. As Uncle Bobby would say, were he here, “Leroy, that’s what he always called me,” It don’t get much better than this.” Of course now he would have had a Coors Lite, which they have up here. Miss you Robert. We talked on the phone almost every day for a lot of years, What’s going on time we called it. They were usually lengthy calls after an Eagles loss.

So this young lad, Ben was his name, eight years of age and a nonstop jump off the bulkhead 10 foot high kind of kid, swim to the beach with a rushing tide and do it over and over again. An amazing young man.


Just a gorgeous place to be on a wonderful trip with my best friend. Good-by PEI.


We made it to Nova Scotia on the Ferry from Wood Islands, PEI.


Hello Nova Scotia

Thanks for stopping by. We cant wait to see what Thursday brings as we continue our adventure. Dinner tonight at Five Fisherman, it’s a keeper. Mussels, Blacken Halibut for me, Fish Chowder and Lobster Linguine for the lady.  It’s like being in Pittsburgh without the bridges.


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Looking for Moose

After the reunion at Troop C the Mrs. and I would head back to our son’s home in Tolland to catch up on their day. Earlier the oldest daughter and her best friend forever, forever being Kindergarten went off to their high school for the selection process for the girls volleyball team. After all the angst the past week over practice and the entire process of trying out, both girls made the team. Congratulations Jill and Mandy.

The girls, Matt, Beth,Rebecca, and Kevin would have a holiday afternoon and head to Essex, CT for a train and boat ride. Essex is a great little spot to visit if you ever find yourself in Connecticut with nothing to do. The crew even had a meal at the famous Griswold Inn.


Courtesy of the Essex Steam Train


The Griswold Inn, courtesy of Wiki.

The Griswold Inn, located in Essex, Connecticut, is the oldest continuously run tavern in the United States of America.[1] Founded by three brothers in the late 18th century and named after the Griswold Family of the area, it has been under the stewardship of only six families. The inn was captured by British troops and used as a base of operations during the War of 1812.[2] During prohibition the inn still maintained a lively entertainment schedule for the local yachtsmen. Over the years several surrounding buildings were added to the inn complex, each with its own unique history. The inn was also used as a filming location for the Gothic soap opera Dark Shadows. (From the pages of Wiki)


Mooring a boat along the Connecticut river takes a dingy ride back to shore. Nice picture Matt

Back in Maryland our crew was headed to Baltimore for the Ravens vs Lions  pre-season football game. They would make the 109 mile trip in a converted tactical van which today performs as a venue for tailgating.


Inside the party van on the way to the game.


M&T Bank Stadium is in sight.

Granddaughter Rachael was celebrating the completion of her first week as a teacher for 4th and 5th grade students in Science and History at the Stepping Stones Learning Center. After a two-year career in the Brew Pub industry as a personal assistant she now gets to do what she loves, help children grow.


Rachael on the left with her mom Sarah, our middle child.

Eljefe/Jeff the son in-law, just back from Brussels would be so up for this trip. You see, he hails from Bay City, MI and has been a loyal Detroit Lions fan for his entire life. We who root for others, are so terribly sorry for yet another loss. May God bless you for your loyalty and comfort you during future games. Have a Beer and a Brat Jeff, on me of course.

Abby is spending this semester at SU in Salisbury but heading back to MSU in Starkville, MS next weekend to celebrate her 20th birthday with friends and watch some SEC football. Go Dawgs.

As for me and the little women, we’ve spent the night in Bangor, ME, had a great breakfast yesterday in Ogonquit. We visited a cemetery in Kittery and drove every back road from Portland to Bangor looking for a Bear or Moose. NO LUCK.


This vault was sealed with a kiss.

For dinner we would seek out Geaghan’s Brewery and Pub for a dining excursion. We both love brew pubs. Seems it was open mike night and a small group, complete with Harp were providing entertainment. You know, I’ve go to get better at this interviewing stuff. I chatted and filmed them for a good 10 minutes and never got the group’s name. Hey, I’m learning, right.

Out in Oklahoma City last week, great-granddaughter Mia Davies scored her first soccer goal. Thank the good Lord, Mia Hamm will not be missed.


“SCORE!!!” You Rock Mia.


OK, there’s your nightly wrap-up. It’s time for a shower, breakfast, a drive to the border and on to Moncton, NB for the night.

Thanks for traveling with us, we hope you enjoy back roads because that’s how we travel.” Here Moosey, Moosey, Moosey.”


This is as close to a Moose as we’ve gotten. It’s a picture hanging in Geaghan’s Pub.

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Food for Thought

We are still in CT. Hung with the grand-kids last night while son and wife took eldest son David to Logan on way to Dublin. Nice the parents got some alone time and a meal out. They sent the below pic, looking across the water from Logan to downtown, Boston. You just gotta love sunsets. I do like the rises also, ” Yep, here I am again” I say. Thank you Lord for another day in paradise.


The Boston skyline.


Eastham Bay, Cape Cod, MA, looking west across Cape Cod Bay at sunset. Our son and family were vacationing there last week. There are not a lot of east coast USA sites where the sun can be viewed setting over the water.  In Maryland we have Fagers Island in Ocean City that looks across Assawomen Bay. As the sun sets, the “William Tell Overture” plays. It’s one of those, you had to be there moments.

Today we venture out on a hiking path with two granddaughters to get some exercise and outdoor time. Yesterday I did the treadmill, I’ve gotta keep that Cardio Rehab going strong. I certainly don’t want to go backwards.

I was catching up on the back-home news and saw the below article from the Baltimore Sun, I just had to share. It is certainly not something that will be on my menu.

Deep-fried foods at Maryland State Fair, from bacon-wrapped Oreos to bugs

Deep-fried, bacon-wrapped Oreos will be sold at the state fair this year. Because America.

Brian Shenkman was at the Ohio State Fair when he saw a vendor dishing out deep-fried, bacon-wrapped Oreos. Now, he’s bringing the deep-fried delicacies to Maryland.

“We tried it and we loved it and thought we’d bring it to the East Coast,” he said.

This year marks Shenkman’s 21st as a vendor at the Maryland State Fair, where he dishes out deep-fried foods alongside an array of candy from the Bulk Candy Store tent.

His offerings change from year to year, and the bacon-wrapped Oreos are this year’s newest addition. The Oreo is first fried alone, then wrapped in bacon and fried again for a sweet-and-salty finish.

“It’s like having two scoops of ice cream,” Shenkman said. “It doesn’t get much better.”

Other popular items include deep-fried grilled cheese, deep-fried peanut butter and jelly, deep-fried Buckeyes (made of chocolate and peanut butter) and deep-fried cream cheese — Shenkman’s favorite.

Last year he offered fried cream cheese larvettes — yes, bugs — for the first time, and he’s bringing them back again this year.

“It’s like having a warm bagel with cream cheese and little crunchy things in them, and if you don’t realize what it is you’d never know,” he said.

Everyone asks Shenkman how many calories are in each of his crispy creations, he said. He reassured customers that if they don’t finish the last bite, the calories don’t count.

“We save all the calories there for the last bite,” he said.

Take a look at some of the deep-fried offerings in the gallery above.


Thanks for following the Rooster and the Hen on their trip north. A fellow blogger gave me the inspiration to change my closing words, ” Write early, Write often.”
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