Well, we made it to North Sydney yesterday afternoon, got in the stand-by line for the Newfoundland ferry that would be leaving @ 10:00pm. After napping and eating we got on and set sail. This thing was huge! It had easily held over a hundred cars, trucks and R.V.'s.
Charlie got a bunk that we shared and I wandered around a bit before joining him. So many newfs all in one place...friendly people. I made the mistake of taking gravol just before getting off the boat at 4:00am and have been groggy ever since.
We've made our way up the Northern Penninsula of Newfoundland to go to St. Anthony's where there are icebergs and also to board the ferry for Labrador. I'm sitting here worrying about whether the time in Labrador will be the same as in Newfoundland. A few feet away, in the Ferry ticket office is a guy in all his newf glory speaking in an almost completely incoherent language. He sounds like John McDonald, our old DM in the West...but more Newf than you could ever hear back in Ontario. He sounds just like the guy from King of the Hill, Boomhower.
Charlie and I have had a few tiffs, - whenever I need an answer to a question I should just accept that I have to take what I can get - whether the answer is clear or not. This, I have learned, will avoid fights and flare-ups.
Also, sleeping for several hours at a time in the van helps one to avoid arguments of any kind.
Newfoundland, so far, is a very beautiful and undeveloped land - nothing will resemble civilization until we get closer to St. John's.
I will probably run out of money in the next week or so. Oh well, if you don't hear of me returning, you'll know why. I will have picked up a waitressing job somewhere in Newfoundland and settled down in Heart's Delight, Heart's Desire or Heart's Content.
If only.
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July 19, 2004
I am afraid of big hills.
We have been in Cape Breton Highlands National Park since yesterday evening and the drive up and down and around the mountain has scared the shit out of me - to the point of illogical frenzy. I can barely look up but the scenery is so beautiful I can't help it.
I think this (we're headed to Ingonish Beach at the south shore of Cape Breton, the other side of the park) is where I'll send Sue-Sue a postcard from.
We have stopped to check out our 3rd moose spotting. When 3 or more cars are stopped on the side of the road, that = a moose spotting. This one's a female, so ironically, it's not much to see - perhaps some stockings and a garter belt would have made a difference?
Charlie picked some daisies for me near Pleasant Bay and they are lovely. He's been amazing. We're at 445m in height on top of North Mountain right now. I am on moose-watch. My private little joke in the past day has been to chuckle at all the "Charlie's Music Store" signs we've passed.
Must get booze at next available place. According to some folks we just met on Little Smokey, we're headed for Big Smokey (holy F#@k!) I thought this was already big enough.
Right now, it is 11:00am in Toronto, and at the office, and I don't even care one iota about what is going on in that place. The Cabot Trail drive continues.
We have been in Cape Breton Highlands National Park since yesterday evening and the drive up and down and around the mountain has scared the shit out of me - to the point of illogical frenzy. I can barely look up but the scenery is so beautiful I can't help it.
I think this (we're headed to Ingonish Beach at the south shore of Cape Breton, the other side of the park) is where I'll send Sue-Sue a postcard from.
We have stopped to check out our 3rd moose spotting. When 3 or more cars are stopped on the side of the road, that = a moose spotting. This one's a female, so ironically, it's not much to see - perhaps some stockings and a garter belt would have made a difference?
Charlie picked some daisies for me near Pleasant Bay and they are lovely. He's been amazing. We're at 445m in height on top of North Mountain right now. I am on moose-watch. My private little joke in the past day has been to chuckle at all the "Charlie's Music Store" signs we've passed.
Must get booze at next available place. According to some folks we just met on Little Smokey, we're headed for Big Smokey (holy F#@k!) I thought this was already big enough.
Right now, it is 11:00am in Toronto, and at the office, and I don't even care one iota about what is going on in that place. The Cabot Trail drive continues.
July 18, later that day
Last night's drive was scary! driving up and down a very steep mountain-hill to get to Old Shipyard Beach campground. What a great place!
We woke up to fog all around us. At midnight the water was very close because the tide was in and in the morning it had disappeared. Charlie and I took a drive up to Chignecto Bay to see the "3 Sisters" and it was very off-road. I never knew I was such a scaredy cat.
We parked the van as far as we could take it and then biked to the trail - parked the bikes as far as we could take them (hid them in the bush) and hiked the rest of the way - Charlie was a great hiking guide. The scenery was majestic.
The sisters looked lik
e this picture. Imagine water all the way up to almost the very top of the points of these standing rock-islands when the tide was in, and this was them when the tide was out - over 75' high.
The Bay of Fundy was magical. I felt like I belonged there.
We passed a store with the name McCallister on it (like Craig!).
I angered Charlie only once or twice today. I've been nagging about him driving too fast and he said "well then why don't you f**king drive??!!" and I shut up.
I drove the VW for the first time today on the way back from Chignecto to the TransCanada Hwy. I also ate a McLobster for the first time. As I had feared, the experience was very anti-climactic (the McLobster).
We are now on our way to Cape Breton island - the very top (tip?) of it to camp there tonite.
Last night, as we rolled into our campsite at around 12:00am - in preparing for bed, etc., we heard a voice in the dark from the next campsite over - "ENOUGH with the doors!!", and even though irked, I admired the directness of the command.
We woke up to fog all around us. At midnight the water was very close because the tide was in and in the morning it had disappeared. Charlie and I took a drive up to Chignecto Bay to see the "3 Sisters" and it was very off-road. I never knew I was such a scaredy cat.
We parked the van as far as we could take it and then biked to the trail - parked the bikes as far as we could take them (hid them in the bush) and hiked the rest of the way - Charlie was a great hiking guide. The scenery was majestic.
The sisters looked lik
e this picture. Imagine water all the way up to almost the very top of the points of these standing rock-islands when the tide was in, and this was them when the tide was out - over 75' high.The Bay of Fundy was magical. I felt like I belonged there.
We passed a store with the name McCallister on it (like Craig!).
I angered Charlie only once or twice today. I've been nagging about him driving too fast and he said "well then why don't you f**king drive??!!" and I shut up.
I drove the VW for the first time today on the way back from Chignecto to the TransCanada Hwy. I also ate a McLobster for the first time. As I had feared, the experience was very anti-climactic (the McLobster).
We are now on our way to Cape Breton island - the very top (tip?) of it to camp there tonite.
Last night, as we rolled into our campsite at around 12:00am - in preparing for bed, etc., we heard a voice in the dark from the next campsite over - "ENOUGH with the doors!!", and even though irked, I admired the directness of the command.
July 18, 2004 early morning
One note re: dinner last night.
Horrible.
Charlie insisted we go to the Bar B Barn - supposedly, a great place for ribs and chicken.
Crap! Dry crap. But Charlie loved it!
I couldn't burst his bubble. He called it his Montreal tradition and so I played nice and kept the peace. I wanted something a little more ...French? And, as I took each bite, I vowed to myself, I would never return to the Bar B Barn.
Horrible.
Charlie insisted we go to the Bar B Barn - supposedly, a great place for ribs and chicken.
Crap! Dry crap. But Charlie loved it!
I couldn't burst his bubble. He called it his Montreal tradition and so I played nice and kept the peace. I wanted something a little more ...French? And, as I took each bite, I vowed to myself, I would never return to the Bar B Barn.
July 17th, 2004
A good first night passed at "Camping Imperial" in Quebec just outside the old city. It's Saturday and already, so far from home. Charlie is writing in his own little journal now. His writing is atrocious. I think it's kind of cute that he's been inspired to "journal" (think it's a verb). I keep waiting for the other RV'ers to emerge from their air-conditioned, satellite TV monster homes.
Oh man! The guy from the trailer-park register office just came over to talk to Charlie (perhaps a writing infraction? it wasn't in French) - and he says "Good Morning" and a few other things - all in English. But Charlie kept responding in French. What the hell? The man asks "did you register yet" and Charlie again answers in French. I see it as a little pretentious, and show-offy - he obviously spoke decent English, why respond in French???
I dare not mention it - it could only make him feel like I was putting him down. Now that Charlie has left with the park office guy I am greatly tempted to open up his journal and start reading it and other entries, "pre-Shirley". Don't even think about it Shirley.
Oh man! The guy from the trailer-park register office just came over to talk to Charlie (perhaps a writing infraction? it wasn't in French) - and he says "Good Morning" and a few other things - all in English. But Charlie kept responding in French. What the hell? The man asks "did you register yet" and Charlie again answers in French. I see it as a little pretentious, and show-offy - he obviously spoke decent English, why respond in French???
I dare not mention it - it could only make him feel like I was putting him down. Now that Charlie has left with the park office guy I am greatly tempted to open up his journal and start reading it and other entries, "pre-Shirley". Don't even think about it Shirley.
July 16, after 5:00pm
some asshole from New Brunswick just threw a cigarette butt out her window. If I could, I would stop every single one of these morons and make them go back and pick it up.
The rain has followed us all the way from Toronto, and Charlie surprisingly irked me only twice so far: once when he said that Chili and Lime PC chips were just "okay" and now when he's playing a f**king horrible loud obnoxious song by REM.
I didn't think these guys could EVER do loud and obnoxious. I stand corrected.
Re: my selling art idea from earlier today, after discussing the merits of this project with Charlie - he suggested that a good way to give the public the benefit of a true original one-of-a-kind would be to get shot at my own art show. Charlie made a funny. I'm still giggling about it an hour later.
The rain has followed us all the way from Toronto, and Charlie surprisingly irked me only twice so far: once when he said that Chili and Lime PC chips were just "okay" and now when he's playing a f**king horrible loud obnoxious song by REM.
I didn't think these guys could EVER do loud and obnoxious. I stand corrected.
Re: my selling art idea from earlier today, after discussing the merits of this project with Charlie - he suggested that a good way to give the public the benefit of a true original one-of-a-kind would be to get shot at my own art show. Charlie made a funny. I'm still giggling about it an hour later.
July 16, later that day
Idea for selling art: each piece is done in a different medium - ie: a mosaic, then an old masters' copy oil painting, an abstract in acrylic, a sculpture, a collage, illuminated manuscript - this way, the buyer (if he loves your work) is forced to break out of their groove, or they choose only one that fits .. All pieces can be linked somehow, a shape or colour or figure or theme ...must explore this idea further.
Our night in Quebec was uneventful.
Our night in Quebec was uneventful.
July 16, 2004 11:00am-ish
I'm still waiting for him. He's been in and out of that house...I can't count. "Bye Sophie - I love you!" I love you??? (how about "Shirley is hungry!!") ...hours later.
Turns out it was a thoughtful expression to an ailing old woman. I'm so judgemental.
Turns out it was a thoughtful expression to an ailing old woman. I'm so judgemental.
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