Testing the proximity premise
After stating (as if it were a fact) that the new address is only “nine hours away” from the old one, we decided to test the premise. Today. And, if you limit food to an inhaled burger, it is. Only nine hours at legal highway speeds, without strong winds or other delaying factors.
Mind, the sound of an alarm clock didn’t mean much at 04h50, and some time may have been lost while I tried to shoehorn the unfamiliar chirp into my dream soundtrack. We still were out of the driveway at a reasonable hour, and managed to get across “that confounded bridge” before the congestive talent arrived.
Weather, with weeks to go before “winter” was mixed; rain, flurries, fog, sudden sunbursts. All in a day on the road. We required one gas stop; carefully synced with our need for food.
The real challenge, when vacationing during the off season, is to find things that are still operating. Restaurants, inns, tourist information bureaus on the frontier between two provinces; all either reduce or cut their open time. When we arrived at the hotel, the receptionist took us through the grid. “If it’s Monday, the Bluefin will be open for supper”. Tomorrow, there will (surely) be another option… Surely.
Let’s cut to the real reason for our sudden urge to travel. There’s a new house… With a lot of mud, since the thermometer rose to 11C this afternoon. A lot of mud. And darkness. I can confirm that there was a house-shaped object, at the limits of the headlight beam. And one (or more) capped wells. Tomorrow, we’ll approach the situation from a different perspective, and I might even get some photos.
