Bean-growing country
Vacation, (my version, at least) is an allegory for real life. By our routine, we shall be known. Sleep, eat, travel, eat some more, look at stuff, look for stuff, sleep. Nothing requiring practice.
Today, I didn’t even have to fire up the coffee stove. We went directly to go and purchased a nutritious meal before starting the travel portion. I’ve noticed that our trips never extend beyond a day (the tent is a tether), and today we made it all the way down into bean growing country.
A used book store in Murray River (where I bargained down the price of a book). A bowl of great chowder in Murray Harbour (Brehaut’s understands the technique). An abortive attempt to visit with a friend (he was off visiting elsewhere). A chance to admire the PEI Highway people laying down some quality two-lane blacktop). A couple of picturesque small harbours, where I didn’t take any pictures; it’s an ironic response.
And then, a quiet evening waiting for the meteor showers. Too early yet; the sun needs to set before we can see much of anything astral. The cloud cover is minimal, and if I don’t fall asleep, I might have a chance to wish upon a few thousand shooting stars – it could happen.
What’s the deal with ATMs distributing $50 billets? Small businesses are less than willing to make change when my purchase falls in the “petty cash” column. Luckily, the bank attached to the ATM was open for business, so I made a trade. Two for five. You do the math.
