Day 5 Sunset Point, ME to Oak Bay, NB

Without a doubt, this was my favourite campsite of the trip. It was so picturesque and quiet and even though it was quite full, we were the only ones staying in the tent area.

When I woke up, it was too hot and the aroma from last night’s pizza had filled the tent. I peeled out of my sleeping bag and decided to go for an early dip in the sea and clear my lungs.

Sadly the tide was out, so I settled for a beach walk instead. I rigidly and awkwardly made my way down to the beach only to realise it wasn’t really sand, it was mud. Undeterred, I dragged myself across the beach to get some nice photos and enjoy the scenery. I ended up walking a bit too far out, after my curiosity (or stupidity rather) got the best of me when I wondered how far I could go. A big squelch put a stop to my little adventure and my foot was now missing a shoe. I wrestled, huffed and puffed and eventually my Croc was free and I finally decided to give up and head back.

I walked the walk of shame back to camp, covered in mud and really hoping I wouldn’t see anyone. It was so obvious that I was the “Brit abroad”, determined to have a good time and make the most of it even if it wasn’t the best idea.

Luckily no one was around to witness my stupidity so I was able to swiftly wash off the mud and pretend it never happened.

After that ordeal I was feeling a little cranky and in need of caffeine. The weather was really starting to heat up, which was great after all the rain we’ve had however, for packing away the camp, not so fun. If you look closely in the photo below, you can see the happy mood I was in after packing away the tent.

After we had breakfast, our first stop of the day was to the most eastern point of the US. This was such an accomplishment to check off the list and I’m really looking forward to seeing the most western point in the future.

Our ride was a much shorter one today as we wanted to camp at the Bay of Fundy. In total we rode around 5 hours.

We returned to Canada by crossing the Main Street Bridge in Calais. It felt strange to cross at such a small boarder after our previous ones. There was only a que of two people and before I knew it, it was my turn to cross. The lady who dealt with me was really nice and so patient. Anyone who’s crossed by motorbike will know there is a lot of fumbling around with gloves and your helmet before you can do anything else. It always feels like everyone is watching and thinking hurry up!

As I rode into Canada I couldn’t help but feel a little sad. Even though so much of the trip was left and I love Canada, I really love being in the US, so to finish that chunk of the trip was bittersweet. Having a Tim Hortons on every corner helped though.

We arrived at the Oak Bay Campground and were given a lovely, quiet spot in amoungst the trees. We set up camp early and went for a walk around the bay.

I couldn’t believe how beautiful the bay is, it didn’t look real. The water was so still and reflected the trees so perfectly, it almost looked like a painting.

There was a school reunion on that night so although the campsite was busy, we were treated to a fantastic live band who were part of the reunion.

After having a nutritious dinner of instant noodles, we sat by the campfire, making s’mores for dessert and listening to the music thinking to ourselves, I never want this trip to end!

As always thank you so much for reading. If you enjoyed this post please let me know by leaving a like, comment or buying me a coffee. Also make sure you subscribe so you don’t miss the next post!