We drove to Lubec to call FIU. Phone reception in Maine is iffy.
After the call, we drove over the bridge to Campobello, Canada. The island is part of Canada, but the only bridge to it is from the US.We stopped at the info booth and picker up many pamphlets. We parked the van along the road by Friar's bay and ate breakfast.
We drove to the campground to check availability for the next night. We left and then returned to double-book for the current night (we already had a campsite in the US). We decided that crossing through customs twice, just to come back, was not worth it. We would rather enjoy our time at Fog Fest on Campobello. Unfortunately, we left our "Campsite Occupied" in the US. It is probably gone forever.
Drove to Island Cruises, but got lost and found St. Anne's instead, an old church with local art for the festival. We finally made it to Island Cruises and booked a whale-watching tour for Sunday afternoon. We drove to the end of the island to see a lighthouse with a big red cross.
We ate lunch at the Family Fisheries and listened to pop/folk music.We returned to the campsite and the fog rolled in. We rested for a bit, and then walked to the golf club house and listened to Celtic music. We walked back along a trail in the dark. We overshot the start of the trail, but we back-tracked and found it.
July 29 - Friday
We were able to book another night due to a cancellation. The festival has stages near the campground for the next two nights.
Ate breakfast at Herring Cove. A bus load of kids frolicked in the sand and jumped across the stream. One boy seemed sad. A skinny Ed set up a tent for Fog Fest. 
We ate lunch at the Fireside and listened to a three-piece band, that should have been a four-piece band, but the bass player was late. The name of the band was the Crows. They looked like crows. We shared some fish tacos and fish soup.We returned to the campground, site 74. We walked to the beach to listen to country and blues.
Skinny Ed was there again, setting up the stage.Melissa Hunt played country, Keith Hallet sang blues. The fog rolled in again, along with some rain. We dodged raindrops and heard both groups. Keith Hallet is a solo, blues dulcimer-guitar player.
There is a good reason why it is called Fog Fest.
July 30 - Saturday
We drove to the library gala to hear sea shanties. Bobbi bought sea glass necklaces. We looked at some used books in the library. Outside, some craft booths were erected.We went to Jocie's Porch, but didn't stay. Some bands are more polished then others. We ate lobster rolls across the street at the stand on the Friar's Bay beach.
We toured the grounds of Roosevelt's Home. The houses had many artifacts from the past. The grounds were beautiful.
We returned to Jocie's Porch for the Snow Crows. We had seen two members
at many of the weekend shows, so we had to check them out. We ate some
pie and drank some tea.
That night in the campsite (site 49) we heard East Coast Love Story. The singer was on crutches.
The next act was Andrew Waite and The Trim,
who sounded like the E-Street band. We bought their CD.A girl with a hula hoop was dancing near the stage. We had seen her at other events, too. She liked the spotlight.
July 31 - Sunday
We went back to the Fireside to listen to a three-piece Celtic band. They were very good. Unfortunately, we had to leave early for our whale watch.
We bought tickets and Bobbi spotted the first mate who turned out to the the captain.
The dock was amazing, because it had to accommodate for extreme tides.
We cruised by the other side of the lighthouse that we saw upon our arrival three days ago. The lighthouse is actually on an island at high tide, but a peninsula at low tide.
We spotted some Minke Whales and harbor seals. We followed the whale for a while.
Some porpoises swam in our wake.
We spied some lighthouses at the extreme range of the zoom. 
We cruised by an island with cormorants and gulls. An eagle flew by and all the gulls attacked. We saw an eagle nesting in a tree along the shore.
On the way back to the dock, we spotted some osprey and eagles.
Our whaler was a fine ship. The dock was piled with lobster traps.
We drove back to the US and spend another night at Cobscook. The ranger saw our "Campsite Occupied" sign and kept it at the office, from where we retrieved it.
We drove into Machias and ate at The Riverside. We were too late for laundry. We went to the marke and rented The Revenant from the Hannaford market. Tim used WiFi at McD's to work, while Bobbi wrote checks. We were underwhelmed with The Revenant and did not agree that Leonardo Decaprio deserved the Oscar for best actor.
