August 23rd-- Yarn Denied, Yarn Found, and Back over the Bridge

Spitting in the face of Hurricane Bill, I drove towards the storm, eastward, with two goals in mind:

1. Get myself to Belfast Mini Mills in Belfast, PEI (near the Wood Island Ferry)

2. See Province House in Charlottetown. I could not go to PEI and not see the birthplace of Canada!

Of course, since this is me, I did make a little detour on the way to stop by the PEI Preserve Company, even with the dire (but slowly growing less dire) weather predictions.

And was well rewarded with a pretty view:

Cute, no? (yes, that is a fake bagpiper) Such a pretty place, and so close to everyWHERE:

I must say, even with the high cost of some of those preserves, jams, and jellies, they are so worth it. I picked up some maple syrup, cloudberry preserves (yuuuuuuuum), and currant preserves, then was back on the road, east-bound.

Rain pounded my windshield on and off as I made my way towards Charlottetown, tapering to a drizzle as I left the Cavendish area, and only threatening rain while I drove through and past the city.

I liked the drive out to Belfast-- there were so many places that I wanted to stop (and it's a SHAME that Bill was breathing down my neck, else I would have taken a detour to the lighthouse or would have stopped at the historic sites along the way! They're on my list for my next visit.) Unfortunately, after all of that driving... the mill was closed, most likely because of the storm. (Note to self-- next time, call ahead!) So, back to Charlottetown I drove...

Province House... the birthplace of Canada, and the seat of the PEI provincial government. They had a great presentation on the history of Canada and then we were allowed to walk around inside.

In this room, an idea was born. An idea that eventually grew into a country consisting of 13 provinces and territories (yes, I learned about Nunavut that morning. Yes, I know that's kind-of sad that I didn't know about Nunavut before. But then again, I'm not Canadian...), into our great neighbor to the north. As a Philly-area girl, I appreciate the significance of this place.

After the Province house, I braved the threatening stormy skies and walked over to some of the shops that had been closed the night before. In Northern Watters Knitwear, I made up for missing out on the Belfast Mini Mills by heading straight to their yarn section. The Island shawl that I wanted to make needed some yarn and I found this beautiful violet-grey wool yarn made on PEI (at Belfast Mini Mills), along with two types of Bison laceweight yarn. Yes, BISON. Bison. Soft and warm and pretty. I can't wait to knit with that stuff.

After a few more stores, I couldn't deny that my reprieve from the rain was up... the sky had opened up again and, umbrella keeping me remotely dry, I hurried to the car and started driving west towards the Confederation Bridge and New Brunswick.

Even with warnings that the bridge might close because of high winds, I decided to make a detour slightly south to Victoria-by-the-Sea and a small tea house to treat myself to tea/lunch.

(the one lighthouse that I got to see... sigh)

At the teahouse, I treated myself to tea for one, with all of the sundry sandwiches and sweets, including a scone with (insert dreamy sigh here:) clotted cream (bigger sigh.) Forget love, just give me clotted cream. I'll be happy.

Next up were the shops by the confederation bridge-- I didn't want to leave the island early, but my bravado had worn thin. I figured that I could at -least- keep an eye on the winds and leave if they picked up enough to threaten bridge closure. (Turns out that I didn't need to worry... they never did get high enough! What a shame, becuase I could have easily taken time to go to Lower Bedeque and Summerside from where I was.)

I did get a nice picture of the flags in that dreaded wind:

Some more Cows ice cream and a bowlful of mussels later, I had tarried enough. Reluctantly, I paid my toll and waved goodbye to the gentle island.

(Do NOT try this at home. Yes, I was driving and taking the picture one-handed. I also have to disclose that I wasn't looking at the camera and that there were at least 10 really bad, blurry shots to get this one picture.)

Safe on the mainland and no longer mercy to the whim of a storm, I stopped in the New Brunswick tourist rest stop immediately after the bridge to use the rest room and to try and get some shots of the storm-tossed waters and the bridge, as well. The rest stop itself is connected to an environmental centre and is entirely eco-friendly. Composting toilets, rainwater faucets and all. I and a few hearty others braved the wind and rain to take the short boardwalk out to a bridge observation point. This is one of many shots I have of the storm's effects this far west.

(do you see the faintest hint of PEI in the distance?)

Then, a quick drive back to Moncton and the hotel airport...

(yes, that is a moose crossing sign. No, I didn't see any moose)

I ate my last Tim Horton's that evening, watched "So You Think You Can Dance: Canada" and was back to the US the next morning.

I loved this trip, this island, the people, and the experiences. Four days was certainly not enough and I dream of spending a lifetime there. I've been to a lot of places, loved visiting, loved the sights. This little island, though, is one of few places in the world that truly connected with me. I keep making imaginary plans to head back this fall, this winter... anytime I can get myself onto a plane, really.

Abegweit, thank you for welcoming me. I will be back!

August 23rd-- Tropical Storms and Goodbyes

After a hearty breakfast at the inn (yuuuuummmmmmm!), I loaded my bags into my car and checked out. Hurricane Bill was threatening to head our way and I had a busy morning (with a few altered plans from the original "see the eastern part of the island followed by a ferry to Nova Scotia and then a slow trip to New Brunswick")




(see my umbrella?)

Braving the rain, I made my way over to Cavendish Beach. It was chilly and rainy (and I was very shortly wet and soggy!), but the dunelands and cliffs don't need perfect weather to be beautiful.











Stark and lovely, storm-tossed, counteracted by the soft grasses and flowers.

In a sense, I was sad that I didn't have a chance to see this in the sunlight, but even in this spitting rain and wind that turned my umbrella inside-out multiple times and soaked me to the bone, I loved scrambling out onto the rocks. The sea and shore have moods and this one didn't fail to endear those red cliffs to me.

"The Four Winds light was built on a spur of red sandstone cliff jutting out into the gulf. On one side, across the channels, stretched the silvery sand shore of the bar. On the other, extended a long, curving beach of red cliffs rising steeply from the pebbled coves. It was a shore that knew the magic and mystery of storm and star. There is a great solitude about such a shore-- the woods are never solitary-- they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul forever moaning of some great, unshareable sorrow which shuts it up into itself for all eternity. We can never pierce its infinite mystery. We may only wander, odd and spellbound, on the outer fringe of it. The woods call to us with a hundred voices but the sea has one only, a mighty voice that drowns out souls in its magestic music. The woods are human, but the sea is of the company of the archangels." LMM, Anne's House of Dreams, Ch. 9


(continuing in another post, since this one is so image heavy!)

August 22nd part 2-- Charlottetown and Redheaded Snippets

Charlottetown. The birthplace of Canada (or, at least, the idea of Canada.)

A must for a Philly girl, like me.

I parked in front of the Confederation Centre and made my way to the waterfront in search of the sites listed in my (very many) guidebooks. I only had about an hour before the sites closed and wanted to cram in as much as possible. A bit of confusion on my part had me heading straight for Founder's Hall, thinking that it was Province House. (I think it only dawned on my about five minutes into my tour in Founder's Hall! Yes, I felt a tiny bit dumb!)

Founders hall is a neat multi-media presentation about the history of Canada, housed in an old 1906 building on the waterfront. I really enjoyed this-- I'm not the world's largest history buff, but I like to KNOW about history. And this place does a nice job of turning history into a real story, rather than simply facts and numbers.

Unfortunately, even moving as fast as my long legs could carry me (minus a tiny stop at Cows Ice Cream on the waterfront for a mint chocolate chunk cone), I didn't make it to Province House on time to go inside. I did, however, pass St. Dunstan's basilica on my way up and just turned back towards the basilica to catch 5 pm. mass.





St. Dunstan's is the seat of the Catholic Church on PEI, a restored 19th century building that is spectacularly beautiful inside. Mass, itself, was a little odd for me-- some of the prayers and responses have slightly different wording from the US. And the presiding priest was VERY conservative and literal in his homily, a sharp contrast to the home churches that I love. Besides, it was easy to tell that I was American by my Ay-men versus the Canadian Ah-men (am I the only one who thinks of "Raah-men" from the Flying Spaghetti Monster when I hear that now?)

After mass, I shuffled out to find dinner, gifts, and things to see before the show. Most shops (not on the waterfront) had closed at 6, so I windowshopped my way back to the waterfront. There was still a lot of motion there-- people were pulling their boats out of the water in anticipation of Hurricane Bill's arrival, there was a band playing on the green, and the restaurants were full. I tried to get in at Flex Mussels, but they couldn't guarantee that I'd be able to be served and to eat in such a short period of time, so I hightailed myself back up to the Confederation Centre, promising myself some food from one of the restaurants in the centre itself.

Small world-- I ran into one of the ladies who had been assigned to the VIP room with me and her husband on my walk back up! We chatted for a bit and off I went to immerse myself in the world of "Anne of Green Gables: the Musical."



Review: 4 out of 5 on the Carli scale
Disclaimer: I have issues with any sort of musical. Sorry, but it just is odd to me when people break into song in the middle of a conversation. Notable exceptions are Phantom and Les Mis... maybe the depressing ones? But I turned off my musical dislike for for my vacation and bought a ticket.

Story: It took a bit for me to get into the whole adaptation. The main actors were absolutely charming and there was enough levity that I soon became a part of the story... but i do admit that, at first, I was sitting there, wondering what I was doing there. The story was a light adaptation of the novel with a few changes for laughs, to make the references accessible for an audience unfamiliar with the books, or to move the story along.

The actors: Wonderful acting and singing. As a dance student in the NY area, my view was heavily biased when it came to the dancing, which left a lot to be desired. There were a few good dancers in the cast but it was clear that the choreography catered to hide the weaknesses of most of the cast. Frankly, most of the advanced teenage girls in my classes were better dancers than most of that cast. Heck, my jumps are better. I honestly don't think that most non-dancer audience members would notice, though.

"Anne", herself, was fantastic. "Marilla" had me in tears, and "Matthew" was fun. "Gilbert" was a strong actor and singer. I didn't like "Josie's" dancing at all (the tour jetes were dreadful), but she was otherwise a great actress and singer. "Diana" was sweet.

At intermission, I treated myself to a "dinner" of steamed milk and oat cookies (it was late, okay?) and joined some Japanese tourists in oohing and ahhing over this:



A copy of green gables, created entirely out of sugar by a Japanese fan club and gifted to PEI. It was so detailed!



After the show, it was back to the inn to pack and get ready for an early morning, the radio tuned the entire time to the CBC and their coverage of dear Hurricane Bill's impending approach!

August 22nd part 1-- Medal Games and McLobster!

Back to Summerside Saturday morning in full uniform (and with a stop at Tim Horton's in Kensington for a bagel, muffin, and coffee. I felt rather like a local as I manuvered into the drive-thru and rolled out my order with nary a pause... not like the day before!) for day 2 of the Canada Games. By this point, the road to Summerside was straightforward and familiar, so I was able to fully enjoy my morning drive (and that chocolate chip muffin.... yum) without worrying about being late or lost. They were starting to set up for the men's and women's gold medal basketball games when I walked into the VIP area.... and snapped a few shots before having to get to work neatening up the counters, etc.



This morning was exciting... and fun. Nova Scotia made it to the men's medal round against Quebec, so the stands and VIP room were packed. The game, itself, was close and even we volunteers bounced between serving at the bar, neatening up (not that we needed to do much of that! This is Canada, after all, and everyone, in general, picked up after themselves and recycled and COMPOSTED!) , and watching over the ledge around the VIPs themselves and the media crew. Quebec did win in the last few seconds of the game, which brought the mood of the room down considerably, but that was fantastic to watch, nonetheless.

I met the Nova Scotia 2011 Winter Canada Games representatives and let them know that, if no surprises come up, I'll be in Halifax as a volunteer for their games! I can't wait to see the amazing rink that they're supposedly upgrading for the games (and I want to volunteer early enough to get VIP or security or, heck, seat cleaner :-P at the Figure skating medal rounds.... or for a few good hockey games!)

The women's medal game was between Alberta and British Columbia, two provinces far from PEI, so the crowds were much smaller and the VIP lounge virtually empty. That game, too, was exciting and we squeezed in watching the game as we packed up the lounge-- everything had to head over to Charlottetown for week 2. It was sad to see everything go. We remaining volunteers traded e-mails and hugs (I was lucky to volunteer with the same two ladies two days in a row, both of whom were wonderful, as well as a lot of great and interesting people over the two days.)



Afterwards, I changed up my top and set my GPS for Charlottetown!



Stopping for a McLobster to go (mmmmmmmmmmmm)

August 21st: O Canada!

August 21st started out BRIGHT and EARLY with a drive out to Summerside and my post at the Canada Games. Tim Horton's coffee, a bagel, and a muffin in hand, I made my way to the Credit Union Place and their VIP room.

The volunteer work itself was fun-- I was able to meet a lot of interesting people from all over PEI and Canada, watch some great basketball (semi finals and medal rounds of both men's and women's), and got a chance to see places in PEI that I wouldn't have visited if not for the games. I'd certainly do it again without second thought!

This day, the 21st, went only up to the bronze medal games... so the VIP room was fairly quiet until evening... then, there were a few times when all three of us pitched in to keep the bar running, the coffee flowing, and the place clean. In general, though, it was a nice, light job and there was plenty of time for me to ask questions ("Uhm, I know the first seven words of your national anthem, but is is always in English and in French?" Answer: "No, only in certain provinces and in national situations like this one. Here on PEI, it's usually only in English.")

I didn't get to meet the other Americans volunteering (I was told that there was a married couple from NY in Accreditation... it may have been just us from US!) but there were more than just me. I also did get a lot of questions about how I was able to take care of the security check (I had to send them a criminal background check from the state of NJ,) and why I signed up (because I'm mildly crazy and like working on my vacations? I'm kidding-- I knew that it was going to be a great experience and it was!)

That night, satisfied that I hadn't eaten toooooooo much.... I made my way to Cows Ice Cream in Cavendish (apparently, named the "Best Ice Cream in the World" about a year(?) ago by an American travel company. They were not wrong!) I happily munched away on a fresh sprinkle cone with a scoop of "Don Cherry"-- creamy, yummy cherry ice cream with chunks of chocolate and bits of maraschino cherry.

I wasn't the only Canada Games Volunteer/participant/spectator in that parlor, either :-P

Carli of Green Gables, August 20th

A picture of pretty PEI (and me:)



Before I continue my story, a little bit of history:

Anne of Green Gables was published in 1908 and quickly became a success. In the 1930s, an American missionary to Japan brought the book with her and gave it to a friend of hers, who was a Japanese translator. This translator translated the book and, after WWII, when the government was looking for western literature to read in the schools, "Akage no Anne" was chosen. Now it's not only required reading in the Japanese schools, but beloved by them... and PEI is a popular tourist spot. Everywhere, everything was written in three languages-- English, French, and Japanese. I really hadn't seen many Japanese at the other sights this day, but then,

Then, I arrived at Green Gables.

Here didn't really have the same weight... sense of place... as the other locations. The house, barn, and paths are the real places-- the property of LMM's cousins that had inspired the fictional locations. But instead of preserving the history of the interior, the rooms were remodeled to match the books, making me feel as if they just Disney-fied the whole place. There was no Maud here... perhaps on the nature walks preserved by Parks Canada. Sadly, though, while walking through "Lovers Lane", as she called it, you could see right into "Green Gables Golf Course" right through the trees. Parks Canada tried, the nature walk filled with plaques pointing out the various flora and fauna, but that doesn't stop you from hearing the golf cart whirr by.

Still, it WAS Green Gables and I had to see it. The Japanese tourists were fun and nice-- some helped me get a picture in front of the house, one actually saw me looking into Anne's room and said "I take picture for you?"-- so, I have a picture in the house, too. One lady was intent on getting a photo of her daughter in EVERY inch of the house, from every angle, and the tiny girl was very patient through it all. All in all, it was a fun experience.



And the brooks around the house were lovely. I love brooks.

Then, I paused in my sightseeing for dinner, a Lobster Supper in St Ann's church basement. This was a five-course seafood extravaganza, starting with a bowlful of chowder, followed by a giant plate of mussels, salad, a 1-lb lobster, and a strawberry-rhubarb crumble. By the end, I had only a few bites of the crumble and only half of the potato and veggies that came with the lobster. But, oh, so good.

Smelling of lobster and with a short amount of time left, I headed back to Cavendish and to the site of LMM's Cavendish home (told you that I really made this a LMM day!). Though all that is left of the site is now a foundation (old, unlived-in homes crumble-- that we know), the family did a very good job of taking what was there and giving us something to visit-- and they paired the entrance with the Green Gables site so that people who might not visit otherwise now may decide to make the short trek over. No house, barely anything to see, and yet this place had one of the greatest senses of the writer than anywhere else. Here was where she, walking up the path, would see the kitchen light shining. Here was the tree that she would look out upon and love while she was writing. Call me strange, but I loved this place. And afterwards, a walk to her gravesite, a little plot in the Cavendish cemetery. Odd.... one reads her journals about her moments of depression, her desire to bring light and joy into the world, and just wonders if she knows how much people love her books and characters.

Anyway... getting away from LMM and onto PEI! All of this running around ended around 6:30, so I headed back to the inn to ask if there was a Ceilidh nearby on the Island that night.

(A Ceilidh-- pronounced "Kay-Lee", is a house party where singing and dancing and storytelling are performed by the hosts and participants. The one that I went to was a more "organized" form, without the dancing and with the musicians acting as storytellers as well.)

A local hall near the inn was holding a celidh that night with Mike Pendergrast and I made my way there early-- people were already filling in a half-hour before!-- finding myself a cozy little spot on a side bench. The music moved between slow ballads and fast, funny tunes, both maritime canadian and irish/scottish traditional. We were encouraged to sing along, clap... the energy was infectious. They even had a break in the middle for a 50/50 raffle and ice cream with strawberry preserves-- all proceeds going to the Women's Institute of Stanley Bridge, who then gives the money to various charities on the island. Then it was back to another hour of stories and singing and overall fun. I left the place almost dancing... and "The Star of the County Down" is still stuck in my head!

Annnnnd, with that, I came back to the inn, decided that I was waay too tired for the bonfire, and went to bed.

August 20th, continued

The Montgomery homestead... this was LMM's paternal grandfather's home, a place that she loved to visit. This home and her uncle's home at Park Corner (across the way), out of all of the sites on the island, still retain that sense of what they were back then. Looking from the front porch of Montgomery Manor, I can see how she could be so inspired to write of the world before her. Again, the hills rolled out before me down from the pulpit stone in the front yard towards a pond or lake so blue that it's unreal.

This was an old house that has been lived in and has preserved much of the original furniture and household items (most of that not out of historical significance--- rather, these items we used. The bookshelf from the 1700s, wavy glass windows revealing a set of Encyclopedias from the 1800s (?) and many of her signed books. The old family bible. Magog the china dog, from the 1700s of Gog and Magog fame. The china fruit basket from the real "blue chest". Her grandmother's rosebud tea set that looks just liike my great-grandmother's tea set (except that this one was complete.) And everything could be touched and photographed to your heart's content as the owners didn't mind--- afterall, they had been touched for this long and survived, hadn't they? (well, Magog was behind glass to prevent him meeting Gog's fate!)

The Campbell House at Park Corner-- the house that LMM had called Silver Bush-- was equally nice.

An aside, here-- something that really bothers me, and MUST bother the people here, is that, to get the tourist traffic, places like Silver Bush need to be called things like "The Anne of Green Gables" museum, even though nothing from the house was associated with Anne... except for the "Lake of Shining Waters" across from the house. Anne is only one book, while LMM peppered so many of her novels with true stories from her family history and her own history.

But, back to Silver Bush. Right at the entrance, you can see the infamous Blue Chest of Eliza Montgomery (renamed Rachel Ward in "The Story Girl")-- it's so much bigger than I had imagined and, upsstairs you can see the bulk of the contents that hadn't been returned to family. Her wedding dress and linens, beautiful crochet and lace work... all condemned to never see use. They also have a chest with crochet and lace by LMM and her family. I loved seeing work that looks so very much like those that my grandmothers still make.

The room where she was married was in that house-- people still get married there, particularly Japanese couples who are fans of Anne.

And then, with some time left on my clock before my dinner reservation, it was off to Green Gables...

August 20th-- LMM Day for Carli

First things first, just a up-to-date Carli update... I'm rosy cheeked from the sun, tired from sightseeing and the Canada Games, and full of foods I -shouldn't- be eating. So, obviously, I'm well. I've found CBC radio (you all knew I would!) and am happily listening to the CBC inbetween monitoring the course of the hurricane. I DO have a contingency plan for leaving the island on the west side via the Confederation Bridge on Sunday if he does decide to visit this island. And, as I drove back to the hotel tonight, I noticed that I've started to hear a slight Islander twang in my accent-- not too big a surprise, it was bound to happen... I'm an accent chameleon.

Anyway, Thursday:

I was up late in the morning and took a long shower in the tiniest bathtub I have ever seen, with the lowest shower head-- at about my nose at the highest point. I threw on my comfy green dress and sandals and headed down for french toast with strawberry preserves, and then I started my journeying.

First to Summerside, to pick up my volunteer uniform at the Credit Union Centre. Into the car I went, turned on my GPS, and I was on my way. I had seen very little in the dark the night before, so the beauty of the island hit me full force that morning. Five minutes into my drive, I had to pull over to take a picture. Soon, I learned that this practice, while safe because there were few other drivers on the road, was not conducive to getting anything done. Away went the camera (well, most of the time).

PEI: take the greenest, rollingest hills that you've ever seen. Turn all of the soil around and in those hills red or reddish-pink, add unexpected glimpses or views of water the bluest blue you can imagine, add trees and wildflowers. It really takes my breath away.

I did make it to Summerside, finally, and picked up my red and yellow uniform tops. Then, it was back on the road and off to site #1 of my travels: LM Montgomery's birthplace in New London. In this tiny house on this little province, one of the greatest authors of all time was born. This place houses a large collection of her scrapbooks and it was fun peering into them through the glass display case. The ladies who worked there laughed as I proclaimed my love for the Emily novels along with my assertion that if Anne, in all of her talkative glory, were real, I'd bop her and tell her to quit chattering. Right afterwards, they, too, confessed that their favorite heroines were not Anne, either.

Then, it was off to Park Corner and the Montgomery homestead. The trip out there had a major breath-stealing moment as a I crested a hill and, beyond that hill was a pool of the bluest, bluest water ever. Even moreso than what I described earlier in this post. It was as if someone took a sapphire and just dropped it, into the ground.

(On the way up the road from the Birthplace to the Homestead!)

(Senator Montgomery's Home.. that big rock out front is the "Pulpit Stone" that inspired the one in "The Story Girl")

(Silver Bush-- the Campbell Home)

(THE Blue Chest of "Story Girl" fame... though the real tragic love story belonged to a real person-- Eliza Montgomery and not the fictional Rachel Ward.)

Busy day and exhausted, I must get to sleep!

Last Night and Today (August 19th- 20th)

Uploading images has been taking me longer than I expected (can you say TOO good a camera? My little computer doesn't have the software that I use on my other computer to shrink the images, so I have to go through the web.. hence slower upload speeds.) Images might be a bit sparse until I can either do a speedy upload and post them all in one BIG clump or edit these posts to have the right pictures...

Sooooo.. "Let us start at the very beginning, a very good place to start...":

The flight in was good-- the plane was empty (there were only eight of us), the flight attendant was in a good mood, and we arrived early. The customs agent was incredibly nice and told me quick stories about when he was a Canada games athlete in the last winter games... in the Yukon. And the rental car girl was nice, funny, and had everything ready for me on the spot-- I guess rental traffic was light at that hour. And the car? Brand new, with a new GPS, no cruise control, and a nice cd player that I promptly put to use with an audio book.

It IS a 1:45-2 hour trip, after all. At 10:30 pm. It was either an audiobook or endless amounts of coffee, and the audiobook won.

The drive was uneventful. I loved seeing the Moose crossing signs and "WARNING, MOOSE!"signs all along the roads in New Brunswick, though I sadly (but fortunately) didn't see one antler. And the Confederation bridge was amazing... you drive on and on, almost forgetting that you are on a bridge. If I had less common sense, I would have stopped to take a picture of the bridge at night, but even my craziness has limits.

First impressions of the island when I arrived (beyond: "Ohmigosh, WHERE THE HECK is the GPS taking me???" thanks to its love of unpaved roads and avoiding highways. Only one unpaved road last night, a few today, though):

1. I passed the McCain potato processing plant just as I entered the island and for a while there, the air smelled of french fries... yum

2. It was too dark to have any other impressions, really. The (very!) polite truck drivers and I had our high beams happily lit up for miles.

3. The Inn where I am staying was lit up last night, the front porch shining in the dark. It's a really pretty place and a nice first impression for this weary traveller.

Aand... it's late here and I have to be up early for... Canada Games, so I guess I'm not getting into today, afterall.

Tommorrow is another day, I'll blog then!

Post 1 Night 1

I just created this blog a few minutes ago as a place to journal my trip to PEI, Canada, share pictures, etc.

(Since it's 2:30 in the morning for me, though... I'm going to sleep!) Hopefully, I'll write in daily!