Driven by the winds
The sun rose, and so did we. Jammed the final bits of luggage into crannies, put the dog in charge of the cheap sears, waved to the paper lady, and off. Early enough that traffic wasn’t on our radar (and we weren’t on that of anyone else). Travel on a budget.
As we crossed the border into NB, the tourist bureau beckoned with a degree of familiarity. The fountain with the no swimming notice. The washroom with amazing Dyson Wave hand dryers. And the hint that a new highway is almost ready; we crossed the fresh tar of lanes to be. Weather was on our minds, and the rain began within minutes. And strengthened, along with the gusts. We were on the outer edge of Arthur.
In fact, once Fredericton got close, we declared “done for the day” and turned into a familiar motor inn. Power was out in large parts of the city, making choice of a lunchtime meal more a factor of utility than flavour. Trees and signs were damaged, and we opted for an indoor afternoon; safety and dog confusion combined.
Elsewhere, music festivals are truncated, and the video footage of Darwinian misfits on the rocks at Peggy’s Cove lacked only disaster. I guess with an endless supply of tourists, the public safety officers don’t want to interrupt the natural ebb and flow of things.
i visited the local music store, but showed remarkable restraint (or a jaded nature) leaving without adding to my personal pile. After all, “they have online for most of that stuff”.
