Good afternoon from scenic and damp Lunenburg (note: by the time you read this we will probably be in Cape Breton or possibly PEI due to the magic of the internet and post-dated posts). Â Turns out it can rain for a solid week after all. Â Who knew?! Â Our campsite here is right on the ocean so the view between the raindrops is lovely but the wind is fierce. Â I’m going to toss up a couple excerpts from my ongoing trip journal with a little additional commentary:
July 18/09 – Stopped in Trenton for breakfast with cousin Tom, his wife Kim and their kids. Â Mary (eldest, 5ish) asked Amy, “Did you used to babysit us when we were little toddlers?” Amy: “No” Mary: “Do you know who did?” Â Matthew (younger): Â “I used to be three. Â Now I’m four. Â Next I’ll be five AND THEN I’LL BE A HUNDRED!” … Â Ontarion drivers are really aggressive and jerky. Â Maritimers tend to be slow and thoughtful. Â French Canadians drive like erratic lane changes are guaranteed alongside distinct culture and language … C [brother-in-law, name shortened to save time when writing more than for reasons of privacy] had a red squirrel (size of a chipmunk, shape of a squirrel) jump onto his arm and scratch him up some. Â He’ll survive but now he’s given it a taste for human flesh which cannot be slaked. Â We’ll wake up dead in our beds tomorrow and the only clue the ranger will find is a 2″ diameter shredded hole in each tent and possibly some bloody sunflower seeds.
July 22/09 Â – KD in the general store at this campground is $2.75/box. Â Propane cylinders are $9.50. Â It’s a bit like being on board a ship as there is not much option in where you go to get stuff … I managed to cut myself skipping stones. Â It’s a bit of a gash across my right index finger. Â I’m almost hoping it heals a little bit crooked so my fingerprint is slightly off just because I think that would be neat … There is a family across the gravel path from us that is all the way from Saskatchewan. Â They managed to get here more or less in one piece with three fairly little girls. Â I salute them.
July 23/09 – Â Frommer’s calls Blue Rocks “as scenic as Peggy’s Cove without the tour buses.” Â This statement is half right. Â I can’t imagine a tour bus navigating any of the roads we drove down to get there … It turns out I like fish after all. Â Particularly when it’s very fresh and basically the only thing I have eaten in a day … We have a sort of standing agreement between the four of us that nobody goes into any bookstores because two cars is not possibly enough to carry all that we might buy.