San had the lobster roll (now there's a surprise)...
and I had a burger and, since we'd frequently heard it mentioned but had never had it, poutine (pronounced poo-tin), a punch-in-the-heart melange of fries, cheese curds, and gravy that puts smiles on the faces of heart-bypass surgeons all across Canada. More on poutine here and, if you have a strong stomach, here.
Poutine:
After lunch we drove into the park and checked into our "chalet" at Fundy Highlands Inn and Chalets. In a word, rustic.
After constant togetherness for eight days straight, we're still, well, together.
The view from the porch of our cottage out into the bay:
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