Matching memories
Reminiscing, with a classmate from high school. I avoid the usual modifier (“old”) because neither of us is. Therein the wonder of parallel experiences. We shared the same classes and teachers, and that gives us a leg up in the recall game.
This was our first rainy day in memory, and after we cleared last night’s berth of fortune, we wanted to try for a place with even more services. It was not to be. After booking our crossing for tomorrow morning, we did what campers do naturally on a rainy afternoon; we opted for retail. Nothing too upscale. An Eddie Bauer for some shorts, and Indigo to check out the latest library ideas. There were also lots of nifty gadgets, located right next to the checkouts (of course).
Also, this area has many branches of the Canadian Tire family, and I used my meed for DEF to tour a two-storey complex. Imagine, putting the auto stuff up the escalator.
A relaxed supper and tour of a shoreside retirement community completed our daylight hours. Now for a night on the pier. It was not to be. Perhaps it had something to do with that “official border crossing” status, but we were rebuffed by locked gates. Back on the streets, among the throngs of tourists. After following a horse-drawn cart the wrong way up a street, we got our beat (GPS driven) and chose a commercial parking lot for the evening. Not exactly a Walmart, but close by. We’ll see how it goes, and tomorrow we’ll sail away to a new land.
