Last chance for local roads
It all comes down to this; the last night before heading back to my regularly scheduled programming. I’m not ready. Is regret too strong an emotion for what has been a great summer?
Mind you, we did take the time to repack the car during those warm hours after breakfast. Digging out from weeks of “just throw it in the back seat”. Clothes, books, souvenirs, travel info, a wall mirror (?). Found the missing camera and the missing earphones; not related. Kicked the earwigs out of just about everything. Even threw away the leftover bits of food that won’t be needed, now that we have cinnamon buns and some cheese ovals. And lemonade; don’t forget the lemonade.
A late lunch in Montague. If it is Thursday, there must be corned beef, somewhere. Sir Isaacs. Not quite as good as Papa Joe’s, but I’m easily satisfied. And with that, we were back on the road to town (or nearby) for another bit of visiting. Friend has a new dog, that looks a lot like the one he had a quarter-century ago. No spinning, but the merchants of rubber toys will rejoice over this walking destruction agent. The only safe place to store certain objects is in the swimming pool. Even the grape arbour quivers in terror.
We took the long way back east… out through Fort Augustus, in by Mount Stewart, across the Father James road. Found the Cape Breton Rd sign. A short pause for a final donair, and then an evening under the stars. Tomorrow, the road, for hours and hours. Best to be rested.
