the garbage trucks, we drove to Charlottetown for another round of Dollarama shopping and last minute details.
next camping rendezvous was with PEI National Park-a scenic stretch of beach and forest on the northern shore of
We impressed ourselves with a delicious BBQ’d fish and had a lot more luck pitching the tent. Before
zipping up we cruised around Cavendish snapping pictures of the local knick-knacks. We caugt a glimpse of
a giant lobster running amok on a mini putt course and later, at Rainbow Valley, we jumped the ever impressive rope and flag
(this was how they kept the riff raff out) just to stare in wonder at how a giant fiddle got on the lawn.
And while turning
in a field we found ourselves surrounded by strange wild rabbits, likely tamed by tourist handouts and freakishly curious
about our van. PEI-you sure do have some odd wildlife! I think we even spotted Anne streaking through our campsite.
We awoke to rain and the sound of our tent being blown away in the wind. Packing went a little slower than usual
but with little more than toast and a cup of Timmy’s (for those of you who don’t know, Tim Horton’s is one
of the most popular and cheapest of coffee shops in Eastern Canada) we were on our way to Souris to catch the ferry to
the Magdalen Islands.
Apon Return from the Maggies...
Back among the potato fields
of PEI we made tracks for Morell, Kenneth’s hometown, to visit his parents. They were so happy to see us that
they insisted we raid their cellar for jam and had us take pictures with the family in front of our van.
They sent us on our way to
see Mary Beth (a friend from SMU) who lived “just down the lane.” A quick hug and chat and we were back
on the road headed for New Brunswick and a reunion of VERNS.