I dislike when my eggs (and bacon) are runny. Rather than cook in a driving rain, we chose to go driving to someplace where the rain wouldn’t be a factor.
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It’s a fact. Not every summer day can be sunny and warm, in a “take me to the beach” kind of way. Today just confirmed the fact.
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This marks the third time this week that I’ve attended a live concert. Three times more than the rest of the year. Could it be that I’m turning into a showgoer, or a “patron of the arts”? Or is this just the result of opportunity presenting itself while I’m in a fragile state, a.k.a. “on vacation”?
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Took the best part of the week, but I finally went to the beach. Not near, not above; on, with bare feet in the sand and the water. Briefly. Even spent some time hunting the elusive sea glass, but I think this particular beach has been fished out. Too many eagle-eyed tourists and not enough storm sea.
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A confession: we didn’t make it home last night. Distracted by the company we were keeping, and the offer of an extra bed, we decided to skip the long drive back under moonless skies, and slept in a real bed. Just because.
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The old gang has appeared, in the campground. Same faces, same dogs (no cats go camping). Same penchant for circling the campfires and staying up much too late. A couple of hours before midnight, and they’re still poking and joking.
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When the wind blows the full coffee mug over and you start from scratch, take it as a sign that camping requires one to pay attention.
posted in travel | Comments Off on Along the trail and other moments | 301 words
Day is done. The sun is down and the rain is not here, yet. I have a belly full of potential heartburn, after a reckless meal of donair at the only “real fast food” in Souris. Oh, for the days of the Platter House.
posted in travel | Comments Off on I can see, I say | 270 words
Early start to the day. Cheticamp harbour, flat as a skating rink (or a reflecting pool) as we head south. Too early for Charlie’s Music to be open, too late for Flora’s. Wonder what happened there.
posted in travel | Comments Off on The third boat gets it right | 257 words
From the start, it seemed like a good idea. A plan, as they say. Head over to the presqu’ile, from where we could hear the lowing of cattle, take some pictures “across the water” from the village and do other designated tourist stuff.
posted in humour, travel | Comments Off on A gentle reminder | 299 words
