The tent dog had me out for sunrise. OK, he had an ulterior motive which involved touring the campground, but the sleep cycle was broken. Within hours, I was drinking French press coffee with cinnamon buns.
posted in travel | Comments Off on Art in a camp car | 255 words
Blame it on the rigors of vacation, but I stayed up past my bedtime. Six hours past. And in recognition of the years I’ve accumulated, it is tough. Might take me the next week or two to resynchronize my diurnal ticktock. We’ll see. The hotel mattress was very comfortable. We came very close to hitting the checkout time limit.
posted in travel | Comments Off on Real fish instead of processed whatever | 252 words
The continental breakfast in the chain motel world is really a way to ensure weight loss. Yogurt with chemisty. Bad black coffee. A bagel that did not withstand the hardening step (some refer to it as toasting lightly). A newspaper from another province. Enough already! Next time, reduce the room cost by two bits and let me choose a resto after my own tastes. Please.
posted in travel | Comments Off on Cross that bridge when you come to it | 294 words
Mentally, I was ready to leave long before sunrise. The car had been loaded, virtually, over and over again. The dog was ready; he always is. All that remained was for the driver to join our team. And so, before rush hour, we were crossing the bridge.
posted in travel | Comments Off on Road notes | 262 words
This day just got away from me. Looked at the clock and saw that 23:99 was upon me, and realized that there were still things to get done. Like this. I’m in preparation mode, for travel. Distracting time of the summer.
posted in travel | Comments Off on The actual preparation day | 267 words
As a footnote (?) to yesterday’s post, the new computer seems to be working well. When I checked at 04h30, the driver’s seat was filled. When does son #3 sleep? To be pondered. Little matter. He has to go to work; I don’t.
posted in travel | Comments Off on You can get off but not on (here) | 282 words
Not every performance needs to be world class. I know; some of you take deep pride in everything you produce, and only the best is good enough. I’m too old to fall into that trap. Once in a while, just getting the job done is sufficient.
posted in music, travel | Comments Off on Reincarnate me as the next Connolly | 263 words
Call me easily distracted. Put it down to flights of fancy. After reading a short article in the daily newspaper, I want to visit a museum. Several museums. The only defining point is that they must be in Newfoundland. To any avid readers, and you know who you are, it’s time to head back. This time around, we’ll offload the camping gear (which we won’t use) and the extra space will be donated to the dog, or the boy, or both. Just a thought, given that we’re now down to less than three months before vacation.
posted in history, travel | Comments Off on Lessons from the horse opera | 256 words
A good bagel and coffee is a drawing card for me. We returned, to exactly the same place as yesterday and it was every bit as good. Different folk about; the weekend draws a less tortured population than the moneymakers on the Monday-to-Friday treadmill. And with food covered, we headed into the city centre by the tunnel system.
posted in travel | Comments Off on No need to ever see daylight | 341 words
Second day on our big city adventure. Many things aren’t like “at home”. First rule of thumb: bring money. Nothing free here. Not even the ‘net.
posted in travel | Comments Off on Crowded city streets | 307 words
