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To: Crocodile who wrote (36660)	8/30/1999 3:27:00 PM
From: Ilaine	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

I think next time I'd rather fly and rent a car. Driving through Maine and New Brunswick isn't much fun, the roads are mostly 2-lanes, and there's a lot of RVs, at least that was my experience this summer. We allotted time as if we were on superhighways, and then wound up going 30-40 miles per hour. Maybe it would have been ok if the kids weren't going "are we there yet?" every few minutes.

To: Crocodile who wrote (36660)	8/30/1999 6:21:00 PM
From: Ish	Respond to of 71178

I may give that a try. Canada's East Coast sounds pretty. When my parents were 75 my dad got tired about hearing about Martha's Vineyard on Massachusetts' Cape Cod so he loaded the car and drove from Central Illinois to Cape Cod. After seeing all the sights he asked if she wanted to see any other place and my mother, thinking next year said Lake Louise in BC. They did a lot of driving that month.

To: Crocodile who wrote (36660)	8/30/1999 7:21:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Croc, What a wonderful time..... We went whalewatching in Hawaii when the boys were much younger, and the thrill of seeing one leap into the air is caught like a still life in my mind- sun reflecting off the spray, this enormous creature lifting itself -HOW?- our of the water and arcing in the air, landing with this enormous splash. I suppose it's only been added in memory, but I hear it in my insides the way you hear a bass drum in your stomach as a parade passes by. We saw several that day, the guide said he was surprised at how close they came to the boat. I don't know if the boys remember all these things; I like to think that somewhere they're all etched in the clay of whatever forms them.