Short day, long day
With the packing of the car completed, we bid farewell to Halifax. Getting out of the city is less complicated than getting in; makes little sense, but the GPS seemed to have a working strategy. Fun to watch the inbound traffic, when you aren’t “involved”.
I had opted for the complimentary breakfast, which offered up the odd combo of a boiled egg and a muffin to balance the coffee from the tanks. That was a good decision, as the next meal was well after sunset. To be fair, this was the shortest day of the year, so with the clock adjustment, I hardly felt any pangs.
In cold weather, we seem to burn more gas. Had to tank twice between NS and QC. And since we were in unfamiliar territory, we decided to go and find a service station before panic set in… in total darkness. Had to depend on the GPS (smartphone version) and got directions to a station located 386 km away in a different nation. Odd recommendation. Tried some other search options, acted on faith by driving along some deep country roads and finally found gas. Carry on, travellers.
Crossing the bridge brought a wave of familiarity, as we entered the city (where we had lived for three decades). Knew where we were going. The mall! Food court! Cheap fodder with plastic utensils. Sated my hunger, which was the point.
And now, another hotel room with an anxious dog. He’ll fall asleep, eventually. I have no dramatic plans so I’ll do the same thing. Maybe tomorrow will be a Day of Discoveries.
