Down Memory Lane to the Maritimes

After what seemed like endless miles of driving we arrived in Halifax on Tuesday afternoon. There were only two choices for RV parks, and much as we try to avoid them, the KOA was the best bet. Giff and Betty Anne were determined that we should park in their driveway, but it was just too short/small, and we worried about damaging the blacktop.
We drove through our old neighborhood and stopped to take pictures of the first house we ever owned. In asking to do so, the current owner invited us inside for a look around, which we did. I can honestly say I don’t feel as if we have lost anything. Clayton Park was a very desirable address when we lived there, and I guess it is still a desirable area, but we can’t see that it has held its value. Other than a great floorplan, there is nothing appealing about the property. The current owner is talking about everything from new windows (sorely needed to replace the old aluminum) to a remodeled kitchen (not all that bad except for the cheap cabinets that are the same ones we had when we lived there).
We drove by the grade school that Keith, Brian, and Colleen attended, and it looks like a forty-year-old building. The most notable change about the entire neighborhood is how overgrown it has become as the trees matured plus several properties near our old house now have hedges.
This morning we stopped by the Giffins, and will return this evening for dinner (lobster). Giff is in New Brunswick fishing and will be home in time for dinner, but we had a good visit with Betty Anne and caught up on their five boys and their families. We reminisced about the long-ago weekend the four of us spent together in our little camper and how much fun it was.
We have chatted with Joan and Ron Leitch who were our next-door neighbors here in Halifax. They are at their cottage on P.E.I for the summer, and they now spend their winters in their newly-built home in Mexico. We have waffled about going to P.E.I. to see them, but we have decided to, so we will take a spin across the new Confederation Bridge that is the longest in the world to span ice-covered waters – about eight miles.
The weather is unbelievably beautiful with temps in the low seventies and blue sky and sunshine; not that we didn’t encounter some rains and thunder and lightning the days we were on the road getting here. Ciao