Saturday, June 24
On to Truro, Nova
Scotia. We filled up at the first
opportunity ($1.04/litre, roughly $3.90/gal after conversion). We were at a
major truck stop with some big trucking facility next door, so I guess the
Mobile Chapel makes sense; it’s just not something I’d ever considered. Still chilly and gray, and it didn’t take long
for serious fog to settle in. Eventually there was intermittent rain as well.
We exited for the Masstown Market – very busy, but also very pricey! Bought
milk ($3+ for half gallon) because we’re out, but that was it. (Broccoli crowns
were $4.99/lb – yes, pound, not kilo. Conversion brings that below $4, but Fred
Meyer is like $.88 on sale, otherwise maybe $1.49. Over the next few days Greg
will find chicken breasts regularly at $12/lb. We’re opting for seafood – it’s
pricey too, but wicked fresh and delicious.)
Arrived at
Elm River Campground early afternoon. Following us in (and ending up in the
adjacent site) was a couple from Florida. He and Greg had lots of
mechanics-related chats. She’s a teacher (who reports back Aug 10). We haven’t had many opportunities to
socialize lately, and Greg was quite happy to have someone to share stories
with. In the evening I took a long walk (as did several other ladies of various
ages – FitBit is changing lives).
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| Visibility on the decline. |
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| Elm River |
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| No idea why, but I was quite impressed with the healthy, 8" shoots in this adjacent cornfield. |
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| Wild daisies along the road. |
BlogThoughts... Greg & I are huge fans of NPR's Wait, Wait, Don't tell me! By chance, we caught the Canadian version, Wait... What?!, while we were driving this morning. Same general format, though the segment quizzes were somewhat different (and no limerick - that's the only thing I usually get right). The most interesting thing, though, was that the first (and longest) segment dealt exclusively with Trump. Yanks aren't the only ones frustrated. (A couple days later a Canadian gentleman of our age told us Canadians just hope Trudeau manages to stay off Trump's radar.)
A long ride in the rain can get boring. (understatement) As I mentioned above, the rain was generally intermittent, not a constant stream down the very large windshield. After awhile I found myself grinning at sperm races across that windshield. These are races of endurance, not speed. Drops at the top coalesce until they're heavy enough that gravity takes over. I'm no scientist, but I guess a combination of wind, engine speed, windshield curvature, and obstacles (dead bugs, for example) determines their path. The drops wiggle their way across the glass. Some disintegrate, some face instant death-by-wiper, some collide with others (occasionally sliding straight down due to their combined weight), and a few make it all the way to the outside edge and then trickle to the bottom. Beats watching cricket.
A long ride in the rain can get boring. (understatement) As I mentioned above, the rain was generally intermittent, not a constant stream down the very large windshield. After awhile I found myself grinning at sperm races across that windshield. These are races of endurance, not speed. Drops at the top coalesce until they're heavy enough that gravity takes over. I'm no scientist, but I guess a combination of wind, engine speed, windshield curvature, and obstacles (dead bugs, for example) determines their path. The drops wiggle their way across the glass. Some disintegrate, some face instant death-by-wiper, some collide with others (occasionally sliding straight down due to their combined weight), and a few make it all the way to the outside edge and then trickle to the bottom. Beats watching cricket.
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