Cram the crevices and comfort the dog
Better a dry tent than something else. One of our family camping rules. The option of packing after a heavy dew did not beat the other option. Under a bright summer sky, with a stiff onshore breeze, we broke camp and bid farewell to the folk of summer.
The poor dog does not understand. After weeks of protecting an almost empty car, he was wedged in among all the other belongings. The next unload will be at home.
It’s hard to leave, so we have made a compromise. As I write, we’ve just finished a large delivery pizza from Famous Peppers (served with only a coffee stirrer and some torn paper cups as kitchen utensils). Leftovers may serve as breakfast (as I managed to wedge the box into the tiny refrigerator in our suite. Lisa Leblanc has that thousand-watt smile working for her, onstage at something from the Acadian world. The dog has his own bed, on a bed, and we have wifi and warm pop and a complete lack of responsibility until tomorrow.
Oh, right… our lunch at the new restaurant in Souris, 21 Breakwater. It deserves mention.
The food is good. I can’t identify all the spices in the palette, but I come from a background of iodized salt and ground black pepper. Forgive me. We were warned, on arrival, that it might take a while, but the sideshow of the ferry arriving, doing a heel-to-toe and backing into the berth served as distraction. I opted for tradition. A wonderful seafood chowder followed by the Portugese fish and chips. Good, not outstanding… I’m fussy. The coffee, after the meal, needs a tuneup. And with that, I will remind others that the price point is high, but on vacation you have to be good to yourself.
