Travel Across the Border

One of my bloggers recently remarked that I must be the only Canadian he knows crossing the border into the USA these days. Well, not quite the only one, there were 26 of us on the Big Red Bus. (Although it seats 48 I believe. There were cancellations.)

We crossed into USA at the Peace Bridge at Fort Erie/Buffalo, no problems at all with the Customs Officers, everything went smoothly in spite of all sorts of stories about people being refused entry. We stopped at the Duty Free, and it was interesting to note we were the only bus in the big parking lot, along with 4 or 5 cars..... usually the place is thronging with shoppers. Nobody is travelling to USA.

When our Big Red Bus drove into the driveway at our hotel on Cape Cod in Eastham, Massachusetts, this is the scene that greeted us.

What a wonderful welcome! The Cape Cod area exists on tourism during the summer months, and although there were loads of Americans enjoying the area, Canadians are sorely missed. In many restaurants we were asked "Where are you folks from" and when we replied Toronto Canada, we heard lots of "Welcome! So glad you are here! Tell all your friends! etc etc" We heard heartbreaking stories about hundreds of hotel cancellations, and loss of income. And all because of one person. Sad.

Whale Watch

Last week I was on a 6 day bus trip to Cape Cod in Massachusetts. Base camp was a hotel in Eastham, and we explored the Cape visiting as many interesting places that we could squeeze into 4 days. The other 2 days were travel days. 

The highlight of the trip was the Whale Watch boat out of Provincetown. I used my little Nikon camera, but it was hard to see what I was photographing, so eventually I gave up, and just watched this group of five magnificent humpback whales as they swam by the boat. I'm convinced these intelligent creatures were just as interested in seeing us, as we were to see them. 

 

The individual whales were identifiable by the markings on their tails, visible as they dived down to lower depths. 

Black Locust

The local Black Locust (robinia pseudoacacia) trees are blooming and when I walk near one of these trees, the perfume in the air is very strong.... sort of jasmine and vanilla and honey mixture, lovely.  Bees love these blossoms, and honey from black locusts has a distinctive flavour.  The flowers don't last long, but they are edible, and the trusty internet is full of forager recipes for salads and stir-fries and cookies and muffins. I haven' tried cooking the flowers, but I admit to chomping on a few when I thought nobody was looking. Mmmm nice and sweet!

Homeward Bound

 Driving home from the Blue Jays baseball game.

Oldest grandson Callum has passed his driving test so he was behind the wheel, with his dad riding shotgun.  A new experience to drive in Toronto traffic at night. I was in the back seat, keeping an eye on things. Always good policy to have a competent back seat driver!