Needy travel patterns
Once the decision is taken, there is a moral obligation to carry through to a conclusion. You can put that as a motto over your fireplace, if it helps. For us, although the actual get out of town seemed to take hours, the time on the road went rather well.
In fact, the GPS shows a door-to-door moving time of just under nine hours. Short enough to make a quick weekend at the shore seem feasible, if gas was free. Gas isn’t. Today was the day to test reservoir capacities. The same GPS has developed amnesia; no maps from the SD were in use. When queried about restaurants near Fredericton, the closest was in Degelis. The other GPS speaks English with an attitude. What in blue blazes is a “slip road”?
Did you know that the warning light on the Versa (the little orange blot beside the E for EMPTY) is worth heeding? We didn’t have to go walking with a red can, but the risk was real. On the outskirts of Moncton, I pumped 43.758 litres into a nominal 45.000 litre tank. Do the math. Not exactly fumes, but a hike along the highway would not have added to my “quality of life” list.
Supper at Ponderosa moved my into new portion of my life. The steak and salad package cost a little bit less, when the cashier gave me a “senior’s discount”. Unrequested, but accepted with aplomb.
We joined the larger family mass at a cottage by the shore and spent the next few hours playing catch up. I haven’t been awake at that hour in years.
