Eau crap!

In this photo we can see the charming Mooney family: Mervin, Theresa, and their little dog, Jake. They were Priscilla's hosts last night in Cavendish, PEI, and after Priscilla headed downstairs to her bedroom she overheard Mr. Mooney say to Mrs. Mooney, "Did you hear that? She was born in France!" Indeed she was, kind sir, indeed she was. I assume that Jake was just as welcoming and sweet-tempered as his owners-- Priscilla didn't really talk about him, but seriously, just look at that little dog's face! How could he not be nice?

Priscilla biked for about five hours today, and I forget how many miles she covered, but her total biking mileage is now at 501-- like the famous jeans, but I'm pretty sure she's not biking in Levis or any other kind of jeans. In fact, I'm pretty sure she didn't take any jeans along at all. Jeans or no jeans, 501 miles is pretty darn impressive, don't you think? It's also roughly 1/4 of her intended route. My own thighs just cower in fear when they hear about that much pedaling. I have to keep reassuring them that I have no intentions of ever making them work that hard. "It's okay, little thighs! You know I would never do that to you!" Hmmmm. Maybe hanging out in the apartment alone is getting to me after all. I didn't used to talk to my own legs, reassuringly or otherwise.

I'm not sure which town Priscilla is in tonight-- when we spoke she was on a pay phone and I was taking Roxanne for a walk (what else?), and it was hard to hear very well. But I did make out that she's camping in an orchard tonight at an old farm. The farmers seemed to think the whole thing was a little sketchy, but still gave her permission. She was planning to go back to the house and ask to borrow their bathroom, but wasn't sure what they'd think about that. Tomorrow she plans to bike just a little, maybe 20 miles or so, and stop in a town called Crapeau, which makes me laugh just a little bit. Maybe you, too.