There, but for the wisdom of the Weather Channel go I. After the recent night of high wind and rain (this summer), I started to feel pretty smug about how resistant to the elements I’d become. Slept the night away, etc. Well, summer might be over, but the interesting parts of weather may not be.
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Perhaps it was something I ate. I spent the day with this strange impulse to go and buy a guitar. Not that I know how to play one (well, OK, I can pick at it and annoy others), thus no reason to actually lay cash on a countertop. What I’d really like to do is build a guitar: cut down a tree, dry the boards in my basement, learn the craft of the luthier. Maybe even wind my own strings. The whole package, rather than a cash and carry bargain. The urge is passing, as the darkness thickens. Good thing.
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Call us keeners. Tell us to relax and take life easy. The last day on the road saw us sitting in the hotel lobby, waiting for the breakfast room to open for a new day; too early for a motel restaurant, now that’s anticipation.
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The bright sun invited us to go down on the strand and see what the locals consider to be “the view”. Remember that Yarmouth is still a working port, with a long history of shipbuilding, rum running and other profitable practices. What we did notice was an example of poor pilotage.
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For anyone still searching, the long and winding road actually leads from Halifax to Yarmouth. The travel times indicated on the provincial road map have nothing to do with quantitive analysis and everything to do with tricking tourists into going just a little bit further.
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Turns out there is a herbal remedy for when you feel too hot. Even when the thermometer is at record levels. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work for everybody (meaning men). One of the factoids I learned this morning after we tracked down a health food store using the accumulated knowledge of mankind served up by my friend Google.
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Packing a dry tent is so much easier than some of the alternatives. With a tiny car loaded like a tramp steamer, we bid farewell and ended a wonderful three weeks at Campbell’s Cove. The road beckoned.
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I wouldn’t want to ruffle feathers, but right now Montague looks healthier than Souris. Given their population levels, their geographic proximity, their history, the rivalry is not a new thing. It’s just that, with a tourist eye, there’s more happening in “the Beautiful” than up in “By the Sea”.
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Have I raved enough about the food we’ve had during vacation? Oh well, don’t stop me yet, ‘cuz I’m still having fun. Variety and quality abound.
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As we returned to the campground last evening, a little disappointed that the Perseid shower was hiding behind a cloudy veil, the fact that this area has taken on an international flavour was clear. Russian in the shower house.
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