Their border control was a little more lax.  There was a sign at the dock, “Anyone coming from another country please check in at the customs/border crossing office.”  That office was about ¾ of a mile walk from the dock.

I got a fantastic recommendation for a local bakery. No, not the pie, try the turnover.  Oh, wow.  It was a flakey, buttery crust filled with perfect wild blueberries.  Right on.

Gray seals were playing along side the docks.

A nearby bayside hike led to eagles, more fish farms and rocky cliffs where the pine trees look like they are dripping down over the edge.  This is beautiful country.