14 August

14 August

A dreary morning in East Prince Edward Island, so we headed to the north central coast to see if it was any better.  Before we got really going we stopped at MacAusland Wool Mill.  Wool fabrication is very much a cottage industry in PEI.  The MacAusland Wool Mill had ancient looking machines that were spinning yarn from big bales of dyed wool.  It was very noisy. The products for sale were all seconds and not very interesting or pretty, socks, hats and blankets of faulty coloring (according to the sign, and I definitely agreed.)  This coast is also the setting for the Anne of Green Gable books.  There were 8 books in the series, which I have not read.  Lucy Maud Montgomery came to live in Cavendish PEI when she was 21 months old to live with her maternal grandmother, after her mother died.  Maud Montgomery wrote the books around the 1900s and died in Toronto Canada in 1942; however she is buried in her favorite place on earth Cavendish.  The coast has red sandstone and Roger kept telling me I was getting too close to edge.  He eventually followed me down to the water’s edge via a series of step downs.  (In other words I didn’t fall like I suspect thought I might.  The water’s edge was in PEI National Park of Canada. 

 

From there we headed towards the bridge, to get back to New Brunswick.  The bridge is a toll bridge headed off island and the cost was $44.50 for a car.  We had looked into the ferry, but had not made a reservation, so the only time we could get over was too late at night, since we like to be camped by 6 at the latest.

We drove to Baddeck Nova Scotia, which amounted to over 600 km.  Roger has a cold, so I even drove for a couple of hours, because he said he was tired.  I think I need to sedate him if he’s not asleep in the passenger seat.  There was a brief period where the GPS got lost and Roger had to regain consciousness to figure out where we were headed.  I was pretty sure I knew that we didn’t need to change roads, which was in fact the case, and GPS finally figured out that we weren’t going the wrong way.

When we pulled into the campground and there were several police cars and a command center.  There is an ongoing search and rescue effort for an 81 year old woman, who was living at the campground with her nephew, has wandered off.  The search has been going on for over 24 hours and from what we were told by the campground staff is the good news is that it isn’t getting too cold at night.  Of course the police and rescue efforts don’t need a bunch of gawkers asking  nosey questions, so this is all we know.  It looks like there are at least 20 people involved in looking, as night approaches.