Another correction: Priscilla did not sleep in an official campground last night. She had planned to, but the hilliness and windiness of Nova Scotia prevented her from riding all the way to Church Point and its charming campground. Instead, in some other random-but-lovely town, after asking advice from the friendly locals, she pitched her tent and slept on the beach. It was a wild, windy night. She awoke in the middle to the irate yelling of a man nearby who was upset with his girlfriend (the girlfriend had a quiet voice, or else was on the other end of a telephone, as Priscilla didn't hear a peep from her... of course, we're giving noisy man the benefit of the doubt in assuming his girlfriend really exists-- we can't really be sure). She awoke a little later to find that she'd camped at low tide, and the high tide mark was a little too close for full comfort (but not close enough to soak her, which is nice).
And then she awoke bright spanking early in the morning to find that some wily fox had rifled through her stuff, looking for whatever it is foxes want (I don't know from foxes). Priscilla, undaunted by the nosy beast, cooked up some breakfast and ate while various passersby stopped to make sure that she'd slept okay, offered use of the their bathrooms, invited her for tea, etc. And then she began packing up and discovered what it is that foxes do want: foxes want Crocs! This fox had taken one of hers some distance away and chewed off the strap. I find this rather ironic, don't you? You'd think a fox, of all creatures, would have better taste in shoes.
The rest of the morning was spent attempting to attend a Sunday service (which didn't work out so well), going grocery shopping, and biking the remaining ten miles to Church Point. There she charged her phone by an Acadian French school... where the lessons are in Acadian French and nearly unintelligible to speakers of French de France (like Priscilla). I forgot to ask how she knows this-- presumably school isn't in session on Sunday, even in Canada. Right?
After that-- twenty more miles to Plympton, where she's spending the night (really). A nice gentleman named Eddie allowed her to set up camp in his yard, take a shower in his bathroom, wash her clothes, etc. Eddie works with wood, and showed Priscilla how he'd completely remade the inside of his house. While touring, Priscilla noticed heaps of wine-making equipment. She asked about it and found that Eddie makes wine too (blueberry and raspberry), and so they had a fine time discussing wine-making, and he let her sample his blueberry wine (she says it's tasty). And then he invited her to borrow his computer, which she did, and that's how I got the info tonight. Thanks Eddie!
Feel free to text Priscilla if it's free for you (it's free for her to receive them), and pray for her right knee as it's a little sore.
And then she awoke bright spanking early in the morning to find that some wily fox had rifled through her stuff, looking for whatever it is foxes want (I don't know from foxes). Priscilla, undaunted by the nosy beast, cooked up some breakfast and ate while various passersby stopped to make sure that she'd slept okay, offered use of the their bathrooms, invited her for tea, etc. And then she began packing up and discovered what it is that foxes do want: foxes want Crocs! This fox had taken one of hers some distance away and chewed off the strap. I find this rather ironic, don't you? You'd think a fox, of all creatures, would have better taste in shoes.
The rest of the morning was spent attempting to attend a Sunday service (which didn't work out so well), going grocery shopping, and biking the remaining ten miles to Church Point. There she charged her phone by an Acadian French school... where the lessons are in Acadian French and nearly unintelligible to speakers of French de France (like Priscilla). I forgot to ask how she knows this-- presumably school isn't in session on Sunday, even in Canada. Right?
After that-- twenty more miles to Plympton, where she's spending the night (really). A nice gentleman named Eddie allowed her to set up camp in his yard, take a shower in his bathroom, wash her clothes, etc. Eddie works with wood, and showed Priscilla how he'd completely remade the inside of his house. While touring, Priscilla noticed heaps of wine-making equipment. She asked about it and found that Eddie makes wine too (blueberry and raspberry), and so they had a fine time discussing wine-making, and he let her sample his blueberry wine (she says it's tasty). And then he invited her to borrow his computer, which she did, and that's how I got the info tonight. Thanks Eddie!
Feel free to text Priscilla if it's free for you (it's free for her to receive them), and pray for her right knee as it's a little sore.
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