Using old tracks
The campsite went from sleeping people to cargo in just under two hours this morning. Not record time, just enough to allow us to say the requisite goodbye to the keeper of the gate and find our route through Pisquid and on to the boat. We didn’t make any land claims.
The crossing on the MV Confederation was very comfortable once I was reassured that I could buy something other than ice cream. Cows are everywhere these days. The coffee kept me awake through the live country show in the lounge, and we were rounding the bend in the channel near Caribou Island in just over an hour. The (other) photographer almost missed debarkation through the viewfinder.
A phone stop in Pictou led us into the world of the Hector. Our guide was very tongue in cheek, and the concrete ballast floor seemed out of place on a boat that was so carefully recreated in every other way. The main mast has been proven to be a very poor lightning rod in the last few months.
Reloading a GPS track from a year back allowed us to find the right way out of the rotary to go and visit friends for the night. We filled a restaurant table with good Chinese, and then toured the town of New Glasgow after dark in search of lobsters that could fly. Did you know that the famous coldpack is only allowed on the airline madness if the agent for chilling is frozen veggies? The axis of evil is safer when red bugs and broccoli are on guard.
Our respective dogs were kept in separate quarters, and I learned that dialup ‘net is as slow as a refund from the government. In other world news, the last of the troops are heading home to the UK from Eire. Another example of slowness, but good when it gets there.
