We had a smooth trip from Lunenburg to Portland (if you ignore the loss of Internet connectivity for a few hours overnight). When the network came back, Apple Weather’s assessment of our location was both completely accurate and completely useless.

We went up to the top deck for the last half-hour of our sail into the Portland Cruise Terminal; it was a beautiful warm morning and people were enjoying it, both on and off our ship.

We cleared Immigration after lunch and reboarded the ship just in time for our afternoon excursion to Kennebunkport. Our trip included a flight of beers and a choice of clam chowder or chili at Federal Jack’s, as well as a tour led by the brewmaster. After that, we walked into town and looked around, returning with intact wallets.

We drove by Gooch’s Beach, one of the rare sandy beaches in Maine. We didn’t have time to get out of the bus, but we were sitting on the proper side of the bus to have a good view.

And then it was back to the ship to finish packing and prepare for disembarkation too early tomorrow morning.

This was our last day in Nova Scotia (and Canada) for the trip, and we spent it on excursions to Lunenburg and Mahone Bay (a nearby town).

Lunenburg was settled mostly by German immigrants enticed by the English to come and take over land (and houses and farms) which were owned by the Acadians (French settlers) before the English expelled them. It became a hub of fishing activity (and still is) and ship-building, using timber from the area around Mahone Bay.

They don’t have a dock large enough for the Pearl Mist, so we anchored offshore and took a tender into town, passing lighthouses and ships along the way.

Our first stop was the Fisheries Museum of the Atlantic (a former cannery) on the waterfront. The third floor is largely devoted to the Bluenose, the pride of Canada – a working fishing boat which won many international contests in the early 20th Century. Unfortunately, it wasn’t easy to take good photos of the exhibit, but here’s a very small taste.

There were many other exhibitions at the museum, including ones on ship models, Black Nova Scotians in nautical careers, and life on a fishing boat, but I’ll leave this section with the oddest thing I saw in the museum.

We took a short walk around Lunenburg (a UNESCO World Heritage Site because its traffic grid is unchanged from the 1700s) before boarding the coach, which took us around Lunenburg before heading off on the 15-minute drive to Mahone Bay.

The bus we took was unusually comfortable; I was surprised to see that it had signs saying that wearing seat belts was required by California law. But all was explained when I took a closer look.

Mahone Bay has an annual Scarecrow Month (like Charlottetown), but this one has more heart than the one in Charlottetown did.

Mahone Bay is famous for its “Three Churches” along the waterfront.

We only had an hour in town; there were museums we could have explored and shops we could have visited (and it was my last chance to hit a Tim Horton’s on this trip), but we just walked around and enjoyed the atmosphere and the scarecrows.

And then it was back on the bus to enjoy the fall colors along the road to Lunenburg, followed by a quick trip on the tender to the Pearl Mist.

We were the last group to return to the ship, which departed for Portland, Maine about five minutes after we were on board. We should be there in the early afternoon tomorrow.