Bar Harbor and Peggy's Cove The village of Bar Harbor appeared to be a yuppie feeding frenzy. Maybe I was on the wrong roads, but I didn't see any convenience store or deli where I could get a cheap six pack of beer. Cold and soggy, we went back to the room and drank some whiskey. Hunger set in and we went next door to Jack Russell's for lobster stew, beer and wine. Eastport is about as far east as you can get in the continental United States, and is just across a narrow channel from Canada, and our phones didn't know where we were; GPS confusal. Mine made weird noises, then shut off. Rose's said she was being charged a $2.00 "global fee" for every text she made in Bar Harbor. Bought some cheap US gasoline before getting into the line of cars waiting to cross the border into Canada. The female Canadian border officer asked us questions like, "…where are you going?”(that was easy) "…how long are you going to be in Canada?", and "…what i