Canadaish - Vacation Part 6

Cobscook turned out to be an absolutely amazing campground. All the spots were really nice and there was water everywhere. Our site ended up being really close to the shower houses which was convenient  Going to take a shower resulted in some hilarious people watching of the women who were using their electric coffee pot in the bathroom because that was where the electric was. Not to mention the line of people trying to charge their iPhone. Apparently everyone with AT&T was on international roaming because we were so close to the Canadian border.

After we cleaned ourselves we headed to St Croix Island International Historic Site. There wasn't a whole lot to see here. The island is not visit-able because of its fragile nature. They had a short interpretive walk with some interesting statues that were covered in white furry caterpillars.   The story of St Croix is the story of some super stubborn Frenchmen. They found this island and were like 'yeah here looks good' and the native Passamaquoddys were like, 'um you probably shouldn't stay there this winter.' And the french were like, 'But it is defensible! what do you know!' Then 35 out of the 79 men died when the water around them froze and became impassable to the mainland... Which happened to be the only source of freshwater.

A view of St Croix Island at low tide. The near bank is USA the far bank is Canada. 

After St Croix we headed to one of the bridges that would allow us to enter Canada's Campobello Island so we could visit Roosevelt Campobello International Park. The park is interesting because it in Canada but dedicated to FDR and therefore the park talks a lot about the history of the relationship between the US and Canada. They have restored Roosevelt's summer cottage (all three stories and 34 rooms) and have many items that once belonged to the president and his family and tell his story in relation to Campobello. The most notable part of which was his contracting polio in 1921. Mostly it made me wish that I could have been around in the 1920's and had a lot of money so I could have bought a "cottage" on an island for a summer home.

We made it back through customs. And started heading south. We arrived out our campground, Lake St George State Park, just before it started to rain and set up camp in the headlights of our car in a light drizzle. The camp site we found was maybe 20 feet away from the highway, pretty different from Cobscook.