To the road I will go
It took us until after noon had passed, and we did have to circle back while still in city limits to remember that all of us need coats, but that doesn’t keep travellers from the road. We even tested the limits of our endurance once the roofbox turned into the soundbox. Reason; like old men, our roof box needs both suspenders and a belt to keep closed. Unfortunately, with 100km winds, the belt pretends to be a guitar string, and even the dog was howling from that tune. Retighten, test, retighten and wrap and St-Jean-Port-Joli was just another place on the map, albeit behind us.
Supper was a rapido-presto stop in Edmunston… for us to be “on the road again” with only a thirty minute pause stands up in the family record books.
The roads through New Brunswick are REALLY GOOD… so much so that we found ourselves touring a closed for the day Cap-Pele close on to midnight. We decided to save the bridge experience for the light of another day, and instead did a “let’s all sleep in the car” torture test. The phantom community of Cape Tormentine, with its ghostly abandoned train station, abandoned turntable and abandoned range light were a perfect place to spend the night. We even had another carload join us, just in time for the shock and awe storm part way through our sleepless night. No matter. We’re on vacation!
