Bob, your post brought back a memory loud and clear from a decade ago. After driving through Nova Scotia, we took the ferry to St. John and drove down through Calais to Portland, Maine. It was the first week of October, which we didn't know (but found out) was the height of the leaf viewing/LL Bean shopping season. There was not a room to be found in or around Portland, but a kind desk clerk helped us find a B&B about 20 miles NW of town--billed as a quaint stay on a real sheep farm, and indeed it was. The proprietor was a sheep farmer who incidentally had a Ph.D. in Chinese language and studies and was a classical pianist on the side. The VW Vanagon we were driving had alternator problems, and our host loaned us her years-old Tercel (which also served as her sheep wagon /forums/images/graemlins/tongue.gif /forums/images/graemlins/crazy.gif) to go into town for dinner. The accommodations were seriously basic through the night; chilly and stark. But breakfast was fantastic, and our co-habitants were two women from New York City who looked out the dining room window and didn't know whether the livestock were sheep or cows /forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif /forums/images/graemlins/smile.gif. We have stayed in a lot of B&Bs before and after this one and always enjoy the experience, but the sheep farm always bring a grin. Thanks for reminding me of it!!
