Lunenburg was an attractive place to stay, but not very practical for a longer term. So after three nights there, it was time to move inland for four nights in Bridgewater, where we could get more value for our money (or more accurately, a place to stay for any price, which was hard to come… Read more…

We woke up, stumbled downstairs, helped Mary move all the furniture back into the dining room whose (beautiful, wide-plank) floor they had just refinished, and then shared another gratifying meal around the breakfast table with our WarmShowers hosts. Bernie ran off to an appointment in Lunenburg, where we were headed, leaving Mary to see us… Read more…

This time, fully-prepared for morning rain, we woke to…nothing. Not even any condensation on the tent; it was our driest morning so far in Nova Scotia! Ugh, stupid weather. I’ve never been in an area where the various forecast models give such divergent results, which makes it more difficult than usual to make actionable plans… Read more…

Rett’s ability to start her bike seems to have come up a bit from its nadir. Or, at least today the mental side was more limiting than the physical side. Not that that reduces her anguish and frustration at all; in fact, it probably increases them! It still took multiple tries before she got rolling,… Read more…

The coolness of our shaded bayfront campsite revealed its downside in the early-morning hours: fog rolling in off the ocean was condensing on the leaves of the trees, and then would fall as droplets whenever the wind blew. That meant that despite no “real” rain, everything was wet in the morning. On the way into… Read more…

Day 2 Today is August 4th. Rett has survived for a year with an empty hole in the place where her mother, her best friend, should still live. Yes, dammit, Sue should still be here, to answer Rett’s calls. To send her a text. To buy her the perfect accessory that would be stylish and… Read more…