A couple of days into New Brunswick and I was planning to camp at the site in Florenceville--'THE HOME OF MCLEAN OVEN CHIPS!'. The Mcleans own the town: Mcleans Garage; Mcleans Accountants, even the sherrif is called Mclean. They've sure got this place sewn up. Just don't get on the wrong side of the Mcleans-even the judge is called Mclean. I'm joking, but the company's presence is everywhere. Someone (maybe a Mclean?) had closed the town campsite and so I rolled up at the only place I could find to camp--the local cemetery. There seemed to be a lot of my family buried there. Maybe the Bells had a feud going with the Mcleans. But I thought that I could sleep alongside them just this one night.

I was just getting the tent out when the buzz of a lawnmower broke the peace. I asked the driver, name of Bill Kyle, if I would be offending anyone by camping there. It appeared not but he thought that I would be better off indoors and so he invited me to spend the night with his family. In the end I opted to camp on his lawn as I would be away at 0500hrs. But I had full use of his shower and I was invited to dinner. We spent a good evening chewing the fat.

Camped On Bill's Lawn--More Great Canadian Hospitality

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