Road notes
Mentally, I was ready to leave long before sunrise. The car had been loaded, virtually, over and over again. The dog was ready; he always is. All that remained was for the driver to join our team. And so, before rush hour, we were crossing the bridge.
Not THE Bridge; that will be later. No, in order to get out of the city, you have to cross the river (it’s a local thing). A gray day, with periods of heavy rain mixed with periods of not much of anything. I eventually slept.
The “lifetime project” in road construction between the river and the border continues. I am bemused. On one side of a line in the sand, a whole province-wide pathway of excellent autoroute. On the other, brief sightings of bulldozers in the wild have been reported.
We also played in the price game for gas. Carefully calculating our need (aided by the on board fuel computer), we arrived at the gas station inside the NB line with just enough (that’s what counts). The reward? An immediate 12 cent reduction in the price per litre.
By mid-afternoon (about the same time that Moncton was in sight), the choice had to be made. Forge on, as if we had a schedule to meet, or…
We chose “or”. After consulting Bringfido.com, we booked into a low priced motel that appreciates the dogs among us. Little matter that the place is a reconstruction project. No hammers after sundown.
On a sad note, the Ponderosa is closed, permanently. One less salad bar to bring out the food artist within each of us.
