So we dropped Christine off at the Moncton airport and off we went (She had a talk to give in Calgary at the same conference as the Dalai Lama).  When we crossed into Nova Scotia, we stopped at the Tourist Booth (a common occurrence).  I found a campsite in the pamphlet rack that looked interesting.  It also had GPS coordinates.  I thought to myself, great, let's go.  So, I input the coordinates and off we went.  Just FYI, it is a new GPS and I have not yet used coordinates to find a place (not that I should be using that as an excuse, but it is reality).  When we got to Truro, we started down a narrow dirt road.  The GPS said that we were 3.5 km from the destination.  I thought to myself, a nice remote campsite, with no traffic noise, should be good.  Well, the dirt road went down to a single lane and then the trees were brushing the truck on either side as we carried on down the road.  When we arrived at the campsite,  there was cute little cottage that said "office" and we were excited to see an old dog come out to greet us.  A nice place to relax while we waited for Christine to return.


The woman who came out of the office was a little surprised to see the rig out front, and even more so, when I asked for a campsite.  It took a minute or two to figure out that we were at the wrong place -- they had nice little guest cottages for rent, but no campsites.  A day later when playing with my GPS, I figured out the difference between 46N 53.15' and 46N 53'15"   When you add that randomness to both the latitude AND longitude, it is quite amazing that it lead me directly to another place that you could stay in the woods.  I now know that if I need a cottage, or a campsite in Truro, I can find one easily.



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