This post is not in chronological order.
June 5, 2026
Got off the Catermerain Ferry in Yarmouth. It was a good 3 1/2 hour ride. We drove through the city and decided to go find a place to Boondock, which we did on a nice level spot on the water with a beautiful view. Bigfoot was happy he was on terra firma. You could tell the locals took care of the place, as there was a kid mowing the grass, and an adult using a weed eater. They seemed like nice folks.
The next morning we got up, went into town to the firefighter museum. The two docents ( summer hire HS Kids) were excellent, they’ve only been on the job for two weeks, but they retained a lot of the knowledge that they’re boss had given to them as they explained all kinds of firefighter stuff to me and sometimes more detail that I wanted. But their enthusiasm brought the museum to life, and we really had a good time as we looked at all the old firefighter equipment. We thought to ourselves, wow these folks here are nice.
Then, from there, we drove down the hill to the Waters edge to the HL Sweeney fisherman‘s museum
Sweeney was a businessman who started in fishing and then grew his business to boats, shipping commercial goods, and also repairing boats and everything to do with boats.
See the video below of the lady who explained everything and it was really a cool museum. (Sorry no video)
We talked to the two docents for quite awhile, they gave us some ideas of what to go see, all the time thinking, these folks are nice here.
That night Bigfoot took us to our second Boondocking spot that I overlanders (an iPhone app that displays boondocking sites that other have used) says was a good one. We drove out to this little point just before a lighthouse, it was a real nice site, overlooking the water, on a seldom used dirt road away from traffic. We just set Bigfoot up and I pulled a chair outside and poured a nice cold beer into my glass.
Next thing I know this white pickup truck comes hauling ass down the road in a cloud of dust. He stops his truck about 40 feet behind us and he let three dogs out. He was yelling, “ I let my dogs piss and shit here” saying this is not a Campspot”, “don’t you have any money?”His three dogs, little Shih Tzu‘s kept coming over to my chair to be petted, he kept yelling at me saying don’t you have any money for a campsite this isn’t a campsite don’t you have any money. He was on freaking crack.
So I tried to talk with this freaking crack head guy to talk him off the ledge, but he was freaking out that we were there. I could not talk this nut-job at all. Finally, I said look, we’re gonna move, and then he called his dogs to the truck andhe left in cloud of dust. I finished my beer and then we left. We thought, there is always a dick head in the crowd.
We have been boondocking for over 11 years, all across our country and Canada. This was only the second time we have been confronted by staying in a certain place. Oh well…
So we packed up and headed towards north towards Digby, which is the world capital of scallops. We saw multiple pull offs by the beach and they all had no camping signs. So we look over the dune and saw a small campground. We knew the weather was gonna get bad, cold and rainy so we decided to hunker down for a couple of days. Really nice people that run the place whom we talked with for a while.
I’m not keeping score, but today, like all days, the good people outnumber the freaking crackheads.