On the final leg
The homeward link of our journey was on bare pavement and without incident. No moose. No traffic. No traffic laws broken. All in all, just a long day of remaining seated and intent. Sure, I slept from time to time; I’m the designated passenger, and I have no steering wheel or pedals to entertain me. Not even the radio, as it was controlled by a playlist from an iPhone. At least there was no fog.
We were across the bridge, early, and by the time I came back into view, the border with NB was close. This time around, I decided to see just how long that “endless” section of two-lane actually lasted… about twenty minutes. We do get spoiled by the divided highway model.
One thing that does require careful timing is the dance between refueling, feeding and available communities. Not in perfect alignment today, but close enough to keep us moving forward. Elapsed time, somewhere over thirteen hours, which is fair for winter travel.
And now we’re home. No power outages. No intrusions of any sort. Even the coffee machine had beans ready for a grind (although having a cup this late in the evening is iffy; will I sleep, later?) The dog seems as content as his humans to have all of the usual conveniences close by. Especially biscuits. Although we brought a container along, he didn’t bother checking in with us, and so we seem to have come home without diminishing available stocks.
The laundry is tumbling, and the email has been perused. I received my first cheque from OAS… going forward, that will have to be directly deposited, on principle.
