Resting is hard work!
As we have tried to take it easy this week, I was finding it a struggle to relax and slow down.  My brain and body had been gearing up for the second week of back and forth to the Pasqua Hospital, so slowing down took effort.
Today, I enjoyed about 4 hours at home alone.  Walter had a lunch appointment and then some errands.  Caylea had a cleaning job for the afternoon.  It was lovely to be free to do whatever I wanted to do...
First I took out my guitar and music.  It took 2 or 3 songs to warm up and get into a worship mood.  Then my Mary Kay order arrived so I stopped to chat with the consultant for a few minutes.  She is friends with me on Facebook and wanted to know how our daughter was doing.  I guess she was impacted by our positive attitude as a family and made a comment about our faith.  I pray that my posts will be a testimony of how the Lord is helping us through.
Back to my guitar and Bible and journal.
Which led me to praying...so many things to pray about these days.
The praying led me outside to do some weeding and tidying of our backyard.  Talking to God is sometimes easier outside in the sunshine, with the smell of earth and leaves to inspire.
Eventually I came back inside and laid on the couch for a few minutes.
Walter came home first about 4:30.  We chatted about the afternoon's events.
Caylea came in close to 5:00.  She was tired and a little sore but I think she was glad to have been out and doing something productive.
We had supper, stir-fry and rice, which the 3 of us ate in front of the t.v. - I know, shame, shame!!!
Our evening ritual of taking a walk may have to be changed to before supper; it's getting dark so early now!  We walked an hour and did 7500 steps.
As our evening drew to a close, we decided to soak in the hot tub.  If that isn't the epitome of relaxing, then I don't know what is!  By 10 pm we are so relaxed we are slipping into comas...
So here I am, blogging.  Just so people know that the Selkes are real humans, with ordinary lives and definite limits to their energy levels.
Tomorrow will be a new day but today, ahhhh, it was a gift of rest from the Lord!

Just as we were getting into the rhythm of treatments and managing the side effects, we hit a roadblock!
On Monday, Caylea's friend wanted to take her to her 11:30 am treatment.  So Walter and I were free to minister at a memorial service for stillborn twins.  We had just finished the brief service and I sent a text to Caylea to check in with her.  She called immediately with unexpected news.
First she waited over an hour in the waiting room as they were behind in chemotherapy.  Then her Interferon was not in from the pharmacy yet.  Finally, they called her in and the oncologist, Dr. Iqbal, met her to say she would not be getting treatment today.
The weekly bloodwork she has done showed dangerous levels in her liver enzymes.  So with the chance that the Interferon was causing issues with her liver, Dr. Iqbal wanted her to take the week off and they would check her bloodwork again the following Monday.
Although relieved to have this break and recover a bit, Caylea  felt disappointed with the delay.  I think we all felt frustrated to add on to the overall length of this journey!  And how would we spend this week as we've put many things on hold in order to get through these treatments?
Somehow, we've filled in the time with shopping, a picnic at Wascana Park, a visit from Grandma Dinah, and tomorrow Caylea has a cleaning job.  There are always things to do in our house or the garage so we are not bored!
In the meantime, Caylea's appetite is returning and we are trying to fill her up with good nutrition so she can be fortified for the next round of medication.
What ran through my mind on Monday when I heard of this delay was the chorus of an old hymn:
"Learning to lean, learning to lean,
I'm learning to lean on Jesus.
Finding more power than I'd ever dreamed-
I'm learning to lean on Jesus."
At each step and with each roadblock, we are all learning to trust the Lord more.  We really have no other choice!  So many details and time lines are out of our hands.  But they are certainly in His!

September 24, 1993
It actually started on September 23, after supper.  I remember I cooked homemade sausage, sauerkraut and potatoes.  That's probably what started the labour, that good old German food!  But this baby wasn't due for another 2 weeks, so the twinges and slight tightening of my abdomen didn't seem to be that serious.  So we went ahead with date night, since we had a sitter for Mark and D.J. (aka Daniel) already lined up.
All we did was get in our Dodge Caravan and drive around the city.  Going all the way around Regina on the ring road and down the Lewvan doesn't take long, maybe half an hour.  So Walter wound our way through the Wascana Park's meandering road system.  The fall colours were lovely and it was a pleasant evening.
Walter must have noticed I wasn't contributing as much to the conversation as the evening grew to be dusk.  I was glancing at the digital clock on the dashboard, timing what I figured was definitely now contractions.  Irregularly, they were about 15 -20 minutes apart.  So I told my husband this and he immediately drove back home.
"It might be a long night," he said, "so we better get you home to rest."
Walter must have put the boys to bed or perhaps the babysitter did that.  I don't remember.  I tried to lay down in our room, but that was proving to be less and less restful.
About 11 pm, I decided it was probably time to get to the hospital.  Being the third birth, it may take even less time than the previous two.  We called my Dad and step-mom, Dinah, to see which one could come for the night shift.  Was it Dinah this time?  I remember it was my Dad driving in the dark with frost on his windshield in April for Daniel's arrival!  So I think this was Dinah's turn...
By the time we drove the short distance from 1372 Montague to the Pasqua Hospital, I was having under 10 minute intervals between contractions.  It was midnight.
The woman in the adjoining labour room to mine was carrying on something fierce!  I felt sorry for her.  Walter calmly held my hand and sat quietly by my side.  I was ready for some kind of medication for pain when the nurse checked and said, "No time!  You are 9 1/2 cm dilated!  Let's wheel you into the delivery room!"
What couldn't have been more than half an hour, a howling baby girl was born!  I was so surprised to hear Dr. Liem's announcement but will never forget her comment, "She looks just like her brothers!"  I laughed, thinking, this baby looks very different than her brothers, with soft, blonde downy hair, petite features and a sweet rosebud mouth.  She was all girl, only 6 lbs 13 oz.  But Dr. Liem was Asian and probably thought all Caucasian babies looked alike!
It was 3:47 am.
Some things are a blur, 23 years later...but the basic details of this part of the story are that I wanted to name a daughter after my Grandma Rasmussen and myself "Marie", as a middle name and the first name to start with a C ( Grandma's first name is Cecile, my mom, Charlotte,and myself, Cindy).  Beyond that, I couldn't decide on a first name.  Walter chose the name of a small town south of Calgary, Alberta, "Cayley", but I didn't want to spell it exactly like that.  So we experimented with options and came up with "Caylea".
When the hub-bub subsided, I could still hear the woman who had been my 'neighbor in labour' and I almost felt guilty for how quickly my daughter had been born!  But later in the private room my doctor got for me, no extra charge, with Caylea in the nursery and Walter off to make phone calls and relieve Grandma from the boys, I was so grateful to the Lord for everything!  I was so blessed!
I wanted to call my sister, Paula, personally with our news and I had to wait forever for morning to come, when she would be up getting ready for work.  Finally 6:30 am arrived and I called my sister, who was nearly squealing with excitement.  First granddaughter on that side of the family!
I just couldn't sleep, even after being up all night.  The day was beautiful, clear blue sky and the trees of north-central turning yellow and orange.  This is the image imprinted on my mind of that September morning.
                                   *****                            *****                         *****
This morning, the skies are overcast, laden with impending rain.  Dull and grey.  But my baby girl is sleeping in her room across the hall, buried beneath a big blue comforter.  I won't wake her but will wait until she gets up in an hour or two before I wish her "Happy Birthday".  I have a silly card and part of her present here.  When I go out to get some food for the party this afternoon, I will get the rest of her gift.  By then, Walter will be home and can help me choose a gift.  In all of our travel, staff conference and treatments, we hadn't fully discussed a present yet.
But today, we celebrate this precious young lady and rejoice in how the Lord is taking care of her, our "Caylea Marie".

Today is Thursday, the fourth day of Caylea's Interferon treatments.
We've almost settled into a routine, with arriving at the clinic right on the prescribed time, after parking the car on a sidestreet off Dewdney Avenue across from the Pasqua Hospital.  Then, we sit in the waiting room anywhere from 5 minutes to 20 minutes, depending on the availability of chairs for chemotherapy.  Caylea's appointed times have been around 11 am this week.  Next week will be around 10:30 each morning.
On the first day, Caylea was seated with 4 guys who were there before us and would leave after us.  They were all chatting and seemed somewhat acquainted with each other.  We felt welcomed into the "Pod", as each area is called.
What strikes me after 4 days, is that cancer is not a respecter of age or gender.  'Walter' appeared to be in his 80's and was having a treatment every other week.  'Guy from Yorkton area" was probably 55-60 years old and the youngest, Matthew, was 19, and wearing a baseball cap to hide his loss of hair.
There were several older women in the other chairs and even some young man maybe 30.  So, everyone has a story and each has a different type and dose and duration of treatment.
I like it when I have someone to chat with and the youngest, Matthew, had his dad with him all 4 days we have been there.  We knew some people in common and the time passed quickly as we visited.  He seemed open to talking about the cancer journey, whereas our kids were quieter and less willing to share in the open concept chemo ward.  So I was careful not to share what wasn't my story.
The nurse settles Caylea into the recliner, gets her vitals taken and immediately hooks up the fluids, flushing Caylea's PICC line first.  Then, they bring her a drink,snack and a warm blanket.  She receives an extra strength Tylenol and must wait 30 minutes until it kicks in before they start the Interferon itself.  That takes about 20-30 minutes to drip into the IV.  Then the nurse switches to fluids again for one hour.
I watch Caylea go from fairly chipper, to quiet to pale.  By the end of the session, she can be cold and shaky, physically shivering!  The first day she walked to the car.  The next 3 days we picked her up at the door, car warmed and a blanket ready for her to snuggle into.  I take my jacket off while she is freezing!
Fortunately, her headaches and nausea have been manageable and by supper time she has some appetite and can eat.  By morning, she is tired but then again, she hasn't been much of a morning person!
So this is our reality for 16 more sessions.
I am tired, too, and vascillate from trying to get some errands and other household chores done to succumbing to a good Christian fiction book and just being lazy!  Walter is at our Healing Hearts Staff Conference at Echo Lake Bible Camp, which I hope to join Friday night.  Caylea has a friend or two coming around on the weekend, plus her brother Daniel is not working Friday or Saturday, so I hope to catch some of the folks and fellowship.  When Walter is back home, our routine may alternate between us going with her.
Truly, we are taking one day at a time.

I am not sure what it is supposed to feel like, to be the mom walking into the cancer clinic with her 22 year old daughter for a first treatment.  I felt a mixture of fear and dread, uncertainty and unfamiliarity.  But as we drove over to the Allan Blair Cancer Clinic, I had this odd sense of peace.
I didn't feel my stomach churning or a shaky nervousness.  Just peace.
And then I remembered all the people praying for us - at this very moment - and felt tears prickling my eyes!  It should not surprise me that I felt calm and that Caylea was not overly anxious.
In fact, I reminisced with her that it was on a sunny, fall day like this that we brought her home from that very same hospital as a baby.  So she said, "Then why are you taking me back?"  We joked.  And we both figured Grandpa Ron would have made a comment like, "Just taking you for a tune-up!"
Most of the things I feared about treatment and side effects has not happened.  She did feel cold, hot, headache and nausea but within a few hours, was much better.  She could eat, drink, and be engaging with us.  And she slept the first night pretty well!  What more could I ask of the Lord, than to be merciful with the symptoms and side effects and to maximize the effectiveness of the medication.
So here we are on the morning of Day 3 and I pray the remainder of the month of 5-days-a-week Interferon will continue to be a journey of faith and trust and miracles and grace...
God is so faithful and He will carry us through!

Isaiah 26:3 ~ "You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in You."

ROAD TRIP!!!
Up to this point, we had been taking day trips to various places of interest and spending our nights at the Bible Camp with Mark and Amy.  Then we were planning to take a 5-day tour of Nova Scotia and Prince Edward Island.  So not so bright and early Saturday morning-remember we had stayed up past midnight for games at night at the camp cook's home-we headed out on the highway north to the isthmus that joins New Brunswick to Nova Scotia.
We grabbed Tim Horton's coffees and some food for our journey.  As we chatted, enjoying the scenery, I was excited to revisit places I'd been as a kid and then as a teenager.  This was all new to Walter, so as Amy and I had planned most of our itinerary, we hoped to hit many popular highlights and satisfy everyone's touring needs!  Mark had booked our accommodations and did all the driving.  Amy did the navigating.  All Walter and I had to do was sit back and relax.
One place we drove by was Brookfield, where our friends Ken and Debbie Matthews spent several years ministering on the nearby reserve of Indianbrook.  We texted Ken to find out their former home address and to check out the restaurant they recommended.  The small fastfood place wasn't busy, but we had come for a late lunch.  We all ordered the Donairs with the works.  The only employee working there was of middle eastern descent and he prepared our food while we sipped cold beverages.
A Donair is a pita bread with sliced spicy beef meat, red onions, cheese and a sweet mayonnaise sauce.  I looked at the mound of food I had ordered, wondering if I rolled it up or used the fork and knife provided!  I tried a bit of both, but could not finished the huge, spicy meal!
We piled back into the PT Cruiser to drive the relatively short distance to Dartmouth (Halifax).  We found the Travelodge in Dartmouth easily and carried our luggage into our rooms.  Ahhhh, we stretched out on the bed in the air conditioned room, switching on the TV and relaxing.  Soon, a knock on the door adjoining the two rooms roused us from our almost asleep state.
"You guys want to figure out what we want to see in Halifax today?"
A map we found had points of interest and locations easily marked and we could see the bridge we needed to cross into Halifax from the hotel parking lot.  Adventure awaited us just across that toll bridge!
It was already coming on to 4 o'clock, so we ruled out most museums.  The sky was partly cloudy but the temperature was still very warm for late August.  So we ventured to the Public Gardens which were very close to most other tourist spots.  The Gardens closed at dusk, so we had time to enjoy them and then find a late supper somewhere nearby.
The Public Gardens were established in 1867, the year of Canada's Confederation.  They are a lovely park with various flower gardens, a pond, family area with seating and a large green space for games.  A walking path winds leisurely through the well-groomed lawns, lending itself to strolling, as was the style of the Victorian era.  Mark and Amy wandered along the paved walk as Walter and I examined a few flower gardens and took picture of various statues.  We lost them after a while- the Gardens must have been the size of two square city blocks!  So we texted them to say we were climbing up the Citadel, which was across from the north gates of the park.  They wanted to stay.  So off we walked, finding a foot path up the natural hill overlooking the harbour.  But as we had already read in our research, the Citadel would be closing by 6 pm and it was 5;50!
So we walked along, but one cannot see into the fortification without entering through the proper entrance.  We would explore this the next day.
Once we had descended the hill, we could see down the two or three blocks to the wharf area, but that also would be for another day.  Our tummies were telling us it was time to find supper.  Through the south gate of the Gardens was a Smitty's Restaurant and we decided that was as good a place as any to have a meal.  Rejoining Mark and Amy, we walked to the restaurant, leaving our car parked along the street where there was free parking on weekends.
It was definitely dusk when we finished supper and we were ready to return to the hotel.  Fresh air and full bellies meant we called it a day before 10 pm.
The next day's plans were loosely based on the weather so we simply agreed to have breakfast and see where the day took us...

On our third day, we decided to drive to the famous Hopewell Rocks.
It was a nice drive on the wonderful network of roads.  New Brunswick has much more forest than I remembered from my trip to the east coast back when I was 15!  The highways are well maintained and there wasn't much traffic on this Friday.  We drove through part of Moncton to take the secondary highway leading to the Bay of Fundy.  The road was a little windy, but lined with quaint homes and several old, but still used, church buildings.  The yards were tidy and the lawns were summer green.
As we drove into the parking lot for the highly acclaimed tourist site, there were definitely plenty of vehicles.  We found a spot and walked quite a ways to the park entrance.  We bypassed the gift shop and informational display and went straight to the path leading down to the ocean floor.
Amy had checked the tide schedule and we arrived at low tide.  So we were able to walk along the beach and enjoy the unique rock formations only found along this strip of the Bay of Fundy.  They were created by the extremely  high and strong tidal effects.  Many had trees growing on top - called the "flower pots".
We wandered around, taking scads of pictures and marveling at God's wonders in nature.  We went as far in one direction until we saw the emergency tower where people who just don't get the rising tide warnings and can climb up the stairs and wait on the deck until the tide goes out (a good 2-3 hours).  Then we walked to the far end, where we were stopped by a sign that told us not to walk on the mudflats in order not to harm the delicate ecosystem.
Mark & Amy had brought the Encounter students here a year ago for an outing.  Amy had removed a small stone from one of the rock pillars, then carefully put it back in!  She recognized the spot this year and was relieved that the removal of that rock hadn't weakened the pillar.  It was still standing!
The weather was cool and windy by the sea, but we still had our picnic lunch at a table by the parking lot.  Having seen all there was to see, we decided to drive back and stop at a gift shop and then explore an antique store.
Eventually we made it back to the camp, ate a quick supper and went over to their friend, Mai-Liss' for a games night.  Mai-Liss was the cook for the summer at camp and we enjoyed her gift with food during our evening.  We laughed, we ate, we played 3 hours worth of games!  Before we knew it, the clock struck almost midnight.
Another amazing day in Atlantic Canada.

At sea level on the Bay of Fundy

GOING TO CHURCH!!!
Two weeks ago we were touring Nova Scotia with Mark & Amy - at Peggy's Cove, to be exact!
One week ago, we were in Saint John airport, awaiting the flight back home to Saskatchewan!
This morning, my heart is eager to return to our church family.  I want to share some of the experiences and how I saw God on our trip to Atlantic Canada.  I want to sing the familiar songs and greet our friends in Christ and maybe meet more new folks.  I want to lift my hands in praise and hear a sermon by my favourite preacher - Walter is speaking today!!!
It is a wonderful gift and humbling opportunity to travel as Walter and I do; it is also a delight to come home and be worshiping the Lord with those we are closest to and with whom we share life and ministry.  Our spiritual family knows us the best and has rejoiced and grieved with us through our life's journey.  As much as we get irritated by those we are closest to, we also can receive the comfort and healing of Jesus through them!
This week, I was pondering the Romans 11 passage about the Gentiles being grafted into the olive tree, the family of God.  And the old familiar chorus came to mind, that incidentally was a song I chose for my baptism service 30+ years ago...
I'm so glad I'm a part of the family of God;
I've been washed in the fountain, cleansed by His blood.
Joint heirs with Jesus as we travel this sod,
For I'm part of the family, the family of  God.
So, PRAISE THE LORD!  I am excited to rejoin our church family to be greeted with hugs welcomed back!
See ya' later!

Leadership gathered around Kelly and Nancy Morton to commission into ministry

On our second day, we drove off the camp property in sunshine.  By the time we arrived in Saint John, the sky was overcast and a light fog misted our vision of the harbour.  Mark navigated our way to the wharf area of the historic city and we found a central parking spot.  As I stepped out of the car, I wished I had thrown in a jacket!
We walked to an area where sculptors were focused on their huge stone works-in-progress.  These artists from all over the world, as well as local sculptors, were invited to create works from stone brought from the St. Lawrence seaway.  The finished sculptures would be displayed in various New Brunswick or Maine locations.  An elderly lady from the St. John artist guild gave us a tour and pointed out the key features and some information about the various artists.
We aren't exactly a cultured bunch, but we did appreciate the skill and beauty.  But the wind and the loud noise of the grinding/chiseling on stone led us to a quieter venue.
Mark and Amy walked us along the wharf and we marveled at the ocean, once again.  The St. John River meets the Atlantic at the Bay of Fundy right there.  They hoped we would see some street performers and the assorted vendors along the wharf, but no cruise ships were in on this day.  So the chilly wind drove us indoors to the mall and  International Market that spanned from the seashore up Market Street about 4 blocks.  We followed the hallways inside, weaving through business offices, food courts, up escalators and over the pedway that spanned the busy street leading to the harbour.  One part of the building was all brick, looking much like a warehouse.  Various seafood restaurants and bars lined the wharfside, with outdoor deck areas for patrons to enjoy their food and drinks and atmosphere.  Not stopping, we continued to gaulk around and follow Mark and Amy up through the main part of the market.
Right away, we were met by the buzz of people, smells of international spices and foods and colours of clothing, souvenirs and artwork!  It was an amazing stimulation of the senses.
There was a fresh seafood vendor along one wall, and we made note of that.  Mark thought it would be fun to cook our own lobster dinner.  But we carried on, exploring the market.  At the farthest end was a renowned restaurant and then we were out on the street!
We crossed to a historic park with statues and a band shelter that dated back to the early 1800's.  Two tall church spires rose above the downtown buildings.  We wandered through the green park with pretty flowers and folks on park benches feeding pigeons.  The paths led us to a cemetery, surrounded by wrought iron.  Being the middle aged people we are, Walter and I may have spent some time there!  But being mindful of our younger kids, we decided to go back to the market and find some coffee and a snack.
The weather continued to be overcast, windy and cold.  So we opted to spend the afternoon in the museum, which was very interesting and informative of the history of New Brunswick and Saint John, in particular. Shipbuilding, English and French battles over the land, whale skeletons and artifacts from the early days...It was a leisurely and perfect way to learn and spend time together.  Mark and Amy hadn't explored much of Saint John while they were busy at camp, so it was new for all of us.
Our stomachs told us it was time to find supper, so we decided on a quaint seafood and steak restuarant in the mall.  The decor was dark wood, open beams, maritime artifacts and a view of the harbour.  We ordered.  Walter and I were still hungry for seafood.  Mark selected a steak and Amy ordered a donair.  My Seafood Feast arrived in an aluminum bucket, with small potatoes, corn on the cob and prawns, mussels and crab legs  The server dumped the pail onto a brown paper in front of me, while everyone else had their classy plates!  It was fun!
By the time we left the restaurant, stuffed and tired, we were ready for a quiet evening.
It was another day of Maritime adventures!

We spent the afternoon driving the Fundy Trail, a recently developed walking path or driving path along the shore of the Bay of Fundy.  The views from the many observation spots was stunning!  Waves lapping the shoreline, reddish cliffs or rocky beaches curving all along the bay.  We could see Nova Scotia across the way at times but it was slightly foggy that day.
The sun came out and it was very warm as we drove, stopped, hiked to a viewing deck or walked down wooden steps to see a gorgeous waterfall.  A subtle evergreen scent mixed with the fresh ocean breeze reminded me of the west coast just a bit.  We snapped lots of pictures with our Canon and our cell phones!  Yup!  We looked and acted  like tourists!
At the end of the developed road  (the trail is continuing to be extended to loop around to the area of the Hopewell Rocks on the end of the Bay of Fundy), we parked in an almost empty parking lot and walked a ways to a beach.  The wind blew off the salt water and we watched the tide come in.  Amy and I walked up to the water and then kinda stepped back as the waves came in closer than we expected and got our ankles wet!  I gathered a few shells.  Always have to bring home shells from a "real beach".
We drove back along the same route.  An information centre had snacks and souvenirs so we stopped there and also watched the video presentation on the history of the area and the development of the Trail.  We got back to the same main beach where we had walked on the beach and explored a cave.  Being two hours later, the tide had risen and there was no way we could get inside that cave!  Such an intriguing concept, the tides, to us prairie chickens!
We ordered some fish and chips (I had shrimp and potato salad) and ate on the deck of the restaurant facing the beach.  An ideal first day in Atlantic Canada.

                         By the time we drove back to Hampton, it may have only been 7 pm Saskatchewan time, but this old couple was ready to go to bed (10 pm EST).  We had no trouble adjusting to the new time zone!

"Saskatchewan Country Girl, where have you been?"
Two days after we got back from Strasbourg Bible Camp, we celebrated Walter's 56th birthday with a little get together at our house.  A few people turned into almost 25!  We are blessed with good friends and family who love us (and probably just love a party!).
Two days later, we were being dropped off at the airport by our daughter and would be touching down in the Saint John Airport six hours later.  At 1 am EST, Mark and Amy picked us up and whisked us to their apartment at Hampton Bible Camp about 20 minutes later.  What a whirlwind!
The first thing that struck my senses as we deplaned onto the tarmac of SJA was the fresh ocean smell!  Not strong or fishy or wet and foggy.  Just fresh and a slight saltiness to it. Mmmm!
Although we were tired, the adrenaline of arriving and embracing our son and daughter-in-law energized us; we stayed up to chat and have a small snack before retiring.  We had the use of the guest speaker's room, with our own bathroom.  It was very comfortable and ideal for our stay.
The next morning, we all slept in a while.  Walter and I went in search of the coffee machine in the camp kitchen which was below the apartment.  We snuck quietly down the stairs, to see a group of young kids and some adult workers running one final week of day camp. Oh, well, they carried on with their craft activity and we built ourselves a pot of coffee!
Once we consumed our coffee and breakfast, Mark and Amy wondered what our plans were.
"We need to see the ocean!"
So the first order of the day was to take the "Fundy Trail" and see the Atlantic Ocean in the Bay of Fundy by the little community of St. Martin.  Amy threw some snacks and bottles of water in a bag and we jumped in their car.  The sunny day was perfect for the drive and the sights ahead of us...

                                                                   Bay of Fundy

                                                       My hubby & me by the Sea

                                                       Hampton Bible Camp
We had a lot to learn about tides, seafood and life in Atlantic Canada (the locals don't refer to their region as the Maritimes!)  Stay tuned for our adventures...