One From the Road

It is a quiet Sunday here in Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario.  It is a holiday weekend here in Canada but something tells me that many Sundays are pretty quiet in Sault Ste. Marie.

Fin and I started our westward journey on Thursday evening.  We made good time to the ferry line-up with winds diminishing as we got closer to Port aux Basques.  When does that ever happen?  To keep things even, Marine Atlantic did change the vessel we were to sail on a couple days before we left so it was touch and go about whether we had still a cabin reserved.  You know, they like to keep their passengers on their toes!  One does get rather complacent when one starts hitting numbers like 26, or was it 27, crossings.  (Upon hearing of this number of crossings, Shawn's response was to say, "maybe you need to decide where you live."  One hates that kind of insightful comment!)

In any case, with an eye on the flaccid windsock and joy in our hearts, we made a peaceful 26th (or 27th) crossing before whisking our way to Quebec City, a mere 14 short hours of driving in heavy rain and wind later.  Instead of collapsing gratefully on our beds upon arrival, we discovered that there was a glitch with our airbnb reservation that left us stranded outside the place we were to stay and no way of communicating with the owner.  Will you think less of me if I told you that I cried some bitter tears at that moment?  I hope not.  We then whisked ourselves a little further on and found another place to stay.  It could have been Saddam Hussein's spider hole for all I cared...it was dry, no wind entered it and it contained a horizonal surface; two, in fact.  In other words, it was perfect.

Fin abandoned ship in Montreal - flying to NYC.  For some reason, he found the idea of being among his friends in a large cosmopolitan city more compelling than living in a small house in a small town on a remote island with his mother and sister.  Kids!  They're crazy that way.

If you are doing some quick math in your head, the answer is yes.  I am solo for the remainder of this trip.  A very strange situation!  One hopes to make the most of it.