I am on vacation in a very comfortable city. One where parking may say 2 hours max, but the time lasts for a whole afternoon. A city where your coffee and bakeapples over ice cream are served in plain view of the tug boats in the harbour.
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Just when we were getting along so well; my ebook reader quit last evening. Nothing more than a flashing light. Soon. that too was gone. And so with a heavy heart, I went off to the local bookstore and bought a replacement. Smaller, lighter, brighter, more advanced. But, not my version 1.0 that has racked up the miles and epages with me.
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Some quick impressions from a long weekend on the Rock:
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The plan for Saturday started out as no plan at all, and evolved into a kind of afternoon that will be remembered with great favour. You see, there’s a problem around here with fog. The government even posts warning signs.
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For the record, my lack of a planned itinerary means that I can leave the clock in storage, learn to read a map in depth and actually enjoy vacation. Today, we discovered the Baccalieu Trail. According to the GPS track, it went something like this.
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The longest ferry ride of my life is over, and there are no regrets. Only memories. After a certain amount of planning and study, we were aboard and in our cabin when the lines were loosed and the MV Atlantic Vision backed into the harbour of North Sydney. All under cover of darkness, so my impressions will remain as black and white images.
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Too quick with the patting my own back for this year’s car packing; I forgot to bring an inverter. Little matter. The local box stores were open for breakfast, and I now own a third or fourth example. Soon be able to use them as stocking stuffers.
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The first day of my vacation tends to be predictable. Routine. Involving copious amounts of travel, although I now do less than when I was young and restless/foolish. No kids in the car helps give me more “front and center” time. I admit, I now accept the drive from here to there as contingent on a crossing of the great wilderness, otherwise known as NB.
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Here is the mystery of life: how to get away from everything while taking everything with you. I refer to my approach to going on vacation. I do the same thing every year; I overpack.
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I wonder, if I sit quietly outside in the darkness, if I’ll hear faint strains of his piano across the way. Sir Elton is in town, and although I won’t be in the audience I still appreciate his dropping in for a visit. It’s been a long time, Piano Man.
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