Author: neil

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…

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,…

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…

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…

Trish was off to work, so it was Shaun making breakfast (which may have been one of his main roles on the boats?) of French Toast. He joined us, where we bonded over mutual love (Rett) and skepticism (Neil) of HGTV. At one point he asked if we’d have use for a pound of skahllups…