Further Into Canada; Bay of Fundy and Prince Edward Island – May 4th

After another late start (even later, since we are on Atlantic time – which is yet another hour past eastern time, or 4 hours less Pacific time), we tootled up the coast, caught a glimpse of the Bay of Fundy (famous for the worlds most extreme tidal bore), and then drove briefly into Nova Scotia, and on to Prince Edward Island (PEI as they call it).

Unfortunately, the travel information that we had failed to mention that PEI has its sidewalks rolled up until mid June, so after a fascinating drive over the inter-costal bridge (14km long) that connects the island to mainland, the only thing there was to do was play at a very cold swing set for a while, get some validation from the visitor center that infact, as tourists, wewere pretty much screwed, and then turn back around and drive across the bridge. The good news about the bridge is that it was only toll one direction, the bad news was the toll was $46 Canadian…

The big highlight of the day was eating a nice Acadian/French dinner at the place in the picture above. We actually passed by it on the way out to PEI, while B needed to make a call and D and were exploring. We made the most of our misadventure and had a very nice dinner there. We brought along the Leapfrog computer game that Delilah loves, and she amused her self for the entire dinner. Won high praise both from the waitress and a guest.

Trucked along in to the night, heading towards Quebec where we are hoping to spend a few days. Actually tried to have Delilah sleep in the bunk above the cab while driving for a while. As a kid, I would have loved that – I remember on one of our trips in the station wagon, being tucked around my moms feet at night while dad was possessed to get somewhere. The heater was blowing gently, and I could occasionally see the full moon through the windshield as I looked up. I’m sure it wasn’t too comfortable for my mom, but it was great for me. In any event, Delilah didn’t like being up there at all, and just monkied around. We crept along, stopping at what few exits there are in Canada that claimed to have either a campground or hotel. Unfortunately in Canada, though they are good at having icons on the exit signs for what is available from that exit, they fail to mention the distance to said endpoint. So, we would get off the highway, drive for miles, down some desolate road, and finally give up without a clue as to where this thing was supposed to be. We finally stopped at a place that was called out as a hotel, but also had a campground, and camped for the night.