From Quebec City (post here) we moved pretty quickly over to New Brunswick’s Kouchibouguac National Park.
The drive there was really pretty and we made one overnight stop at Enclosure Park.
The confluence of two major rivers at Enclosure Park led to early settlement by Aboriginal, Acadian and Scottish groups. An Acadian encampment here was meant to provide shelter to the Acadians, but there is evidence that several hundred may have died and been buried here as a result of severe hunger and suffering. Those that survived were later pushed from the area when the British Crown granted land to entrepreneurial Scots. The Acadians eventually settled in areas like New Orleans.
Several prominent Scots are also buried here and if you stop in the replica Presbyterian Church, used now as a visitor center, they’ll provide you with the detailed history of the area as well as stories about the people interned, including information about the rose that gets mysteriously replaced regularly on one gravestone and the other hauntings that occur, which some believe is due to the fact that older stones were broken and laid down by the Scots to form walking paths.
Hello New Brunswick!
Enclosure Cemetery 
A midday stop in Miramichi afforded us the opportunity to taste our first of several great Canadian spots for fresh fish and chips! Yum!
Miramichi 
Kouchibouguac (koo-she-boo-gwack) National Park is a wonderful mix of forests, salt marches, sand dunes and ocean beaches. This park is often overshadowed by Fundy National Park (also in New Brunswick) but there are lots of reasons to go, including hiking trails, biking trails, water activities and bird watching.
Due to Doug’s missing bike part, we weren’t able to cycle and due to the RV tire repair that delayed us in Quebec City we only had a couple of days here. Our favorite activities were the kid watching in the campground and the bird watching in the marshes!
We took the raft out one day but the wind was so strong that we ended up hugging the shore closely and instead of paddling, it was more like gondola rowing! I felt ridiculous with my life vest on in less than a foot of water and our paddles in the mud.
Although our time here was short, Kouchibouguac lived up to their slogan, “Difficult to pronounce. Impossible to forget.”
