Sunday and Monday June 28-29

Sunday afternoon we crashed at the camp. John gave four Bibles to four kids. Later that evening, during night prayers, he told me that they gave them back because they are Catholic. He was disappointed but I told him that several people I offered a Bible to were rather direct about not wanting one. We prayed that the Lord would put someone in front of John that He had prepared to receive God’s Word and they would be very happy to get a Bible.
Sunday evening we sat around the campfire and prepared for the rain moving in tomorrow.
Monday morning Loren and I awoke and toted the kayak to the Pokemouche River. He took off in the rain and wind. I drank left over coffee from yesterday and cooked pancakes in the rain. Misty and the boys slept on into the morning. After washing dishes and Misty getting our tent organized we went to the camp store to charge batteries and wash clothes.
We had washed them the night before and left them because the store was closing. Some of the towels soured so we had to wash them again. All’s well now. They smell better than us.
We all drove to the Inkerman Warf and picked Loren up. We all donned our Frog Togs and braved the elements of wind and cold horizontal rain. Every one played a part in getting him loaded. Afterwards he wanted to take a look at the ocean on the outer banks. The waves were reported as 10 foot. Not a place for a kayak. Later that evening we heard the sad news a kayaker drowned. He decided to stay inside the bays and go up river to Pastor Robert Losier. We went back to the campground and ate grilled cheese sandwiches made with hamburger buns, pb&j sandwiches, pretzels and chips.
Meanwhile it’s still drizzling and blowing but we’re managing. I took Loren to Poulette Bay (Chicken Bay) and boy was it rough there. We passed a porcupine alongside the road. The wind was about 25 knots and the rain was coming at us sideways. We got him on his way and I waited for a moment. He paddled back in and I was wondering if he was calling it quits. Nope, he forgot his watch.
I called Misty and she said it was not raining at the campground. It certainly was raining on me. It’s crazy; as soon as I drove into the camp it started raining. We scrambled around and packed up inside the tents and then loaded the bags on the roof. After the roof, we started smash packing the rest of our stuff inside the car. We broke down the tents and then lashed them to the roof. Soaking wet, we four squeezed into the car and drove to the gate. I was sure to turn in the gate pass card to get my $10.00 loonies back.
We drove from Pokemouche Campground to Tracadie. We parked at a church inside town and called Pator Robert. His wife, Carmen, answered and she gave great directions to their farm home. When we arrived at their home it was still raining. Kobee, John and I went to the barn and watched Robert boil lobsters. They were fresh from the day because it is the next to last day of lobster season and he had been to the wharf and purchased some from a friend. They boil them, cool them off in water, wrap in wax freezer paper and freeze them for the winter. We ate fresh lobster tonight. “MMMMMM jummy!”
Pastor Robert is very interesting. He is a sport fisherman, farmer and he restores old anything. Their house was built by his great grandfather and he has restored it as well as the barn, very nice.
I drove the car down to the Petit’ Tracadie River which is at the back of Robert’s property. After waiting only a few minutes, Loren paddled on in to the dock and we got him loaded, you guessed it, in the rain. Back at the house, we dried out, changed clothes, and ate lobster. What a treat. Kobee lit up. He smiled during the entire meal.
Robert coached us as to how to get to the meat. John only ate potatoes and meat. We topped the meal off with a strong cup of latte coffee and blueberry cake. We finished the evening with a bit more conversation, put the boys to bed with a couple beanie weenie stories, and prayed together.