If it’s Wednesday this must be…? Where am I??? This is day twenty-two and the scheduled plan went out the window five days ago when we decided to go gypsy, cancel all our reservations from yesterday forward, so we could return to the West Point Lighthouse Inn and Museum in Prince Edward Island for an additional three day stay. I cancelled or changed five hotels, a ferry ride across the Bay of Fundy, and one medical appointment just to make it happen. I’ll never get home at this rate; I’m driving the wrong way!!!
I’ve already spent four days in PEI and I have driven the entire coast and the ‘middle land’, as the native islanders call the farming area, I have seen every site the province has to offer. It’s a small island. Really small!! But here I am back again. The plan is now to just sit and count waves for three days, sight-seeing is done. Now all that remains is travel home. Makes perfect sense to go back to the tip of PEI and start the return journey from the furthest distance possible. I was already a quarter of the way back home two days ago! I’m such a moron!
It’s been a long time since I have made any long trip by land. My children were young and you guessed it, so was I. Things have changed quite a bit since then, roads have improved and some have fallen into disrepair, I’ve traveled both the good and the bad on this trip. The scariest are in Nova Scotia. Every road twists and turns around the shore’s sculpted cliff faces. The only straight road in that entire province is down the middle away from any scenic vista, and even the straight roads go up and down as they traverse the Annapolis Mountain range. Honey says it was quite beautiful. I wouldn’t know, I was too busy trying to keep Ruby from careening down some massive ravine on a hairpin turn. Speeds in the province range from 110kph to 40kph. I even did a few turns on the Cabot Trail that had a posted limit of 25kph! That’s almost park for Ruby! The road goes straight downhill into a 90-degree right turn!! You ride the brake the whole way down!! It scared the crap right out of me!!!
One notable difference in land travel today is Google Maps. ‘Google Girl’ as Honey and I refer to it or ‘Gee-Gee’ for short, has been instrumental in guiding us through the unfamiliar territory we’ve been traveling. Once upon a time, Honey would have numerous maps opened in her lap as she would help to navigate my route, now she has my Smart phone in hand and I have a voice coming out of Ruby’s console telling me to turn left in 500 meters. New way to navigate or old way, it didn’t matter, I managed to get lost in every province! ‘Gee-Gee’ likes to calculate based on shortest distance between two points, regardless of the road condition. The last time I tried to leave PEI, I was a half-hour down the road when I realized that she was directing me to the ferry to cross the Northumberland Straight, instead of the bridge! It added an extra hour of driving time to the day!! Sometimes it got insane, as Honey would call ‘Gee-Gee’ a “stupid bitch”, repeatedly for not giving us the route Honey wanted to travel. Remember, this trip is not about speed but about journey. ‘Gee-Gee’ is about expediency. She got turned off a few times and Honey would pull out a paper map out of sure frustration.
In spite of the technical challenges we have endured, the trip has moved along at a steady snail’s pace, which has suited us fine. We’ve walked on waterfronts in the larger cities and in small little villages, all have been fun. We’ve eaten at a few fast-food places, but have generally picked little cafes and bistros. The food as a whole has been great, and the bucket that I brought on the trip in case of emergency, has not been needed. I’ve eaten native cuisine, like poutine in Quebec and fish in PEI. Yes, that’s right! I ate fish!! I had to do it at least once! My stomach objected for the rest of the day! I could hear it growling at me, “you didn’t eat fish before the chemo!! What are you, an idiot???” I have loved the seafood; the scallops, lobster and shrimp, and sat watching as others devoured mussels by the pail full. I draw the line at certain crustations, even if they’re dripping with garlic butter.
I have enjoyed my adventure with Honey into parts unknown. We’ve laughed so hard we’ve cried, and shared more than a few ice cream cones at the end of a day. We’ve both completed our treasure hunt list. There were a few concessions made, as The Catch restaurant in O’Leary, that I was supposed to find, had been closed for a few years, and The Dancing Goat that Honey was supposed to find in Cheticamp, had changed its name to The Dancing Horse. Honey did find a Ukrainian refugee at Peggy’s Cove!!
Nine days remain, three are sitting and six will be long days of road travel. Our adventure together has been for me, a series of cherished moments. Private time, spent with my best friend and soulmate. I couldn’t imagine this journey any other way.