Raining frogs and toads

OK, so it's not Crapeau after all. It's actually Crapaud, which means toad, and is thus mildly funny, I guess. But still not nearly as fun as Crapeau. Maybe there's a giant statue of a toad in the middle of downtown Crapaud-- that would be edging towards moderately funny. "And here we have the celebrated statue of Horatio, the beloved pet toad of the founding father of Crapaud..." But Priscilla didn't specifically mention any statues or lack thereof.

She did mention that she attended a church service (in Cavendish). She arrived a little early, as she walked there with the church organist (the organist's dear husband Herb is still busy recovering from a knee replacement, and so he stayed at home with his beloved pet toad, who is called Adalbert). It seems it was quite a show (the church service, not the surgery).

After church she prepared to set out, first rain-proofing her gear as much as possible against the drizzly day. She prayed briefly about her ride south to Crapo, hopped on her bike (I mean, her trusty steed, Woodrow), and began pedaling. And almost immediately she stopped pedaling, because what to her wondering eyes should appear, but a visitors center! Which is always a treat, as not only does it offer copious quantities of colorful brochures, but it also has brand spankin' free internet access! Hooray! Priscilla checked her email, maybe perused the brochure selection a little, and headed back out. When she did so she ran into a girl named Lindsay, a fellow biker but... a biker with a car! And Lindsay was also headed south, and offered to give her a ride if Woodrow were able to fit in the trunk. He was, and off they went, Priscilla most grateful to be avoiding the rain and traveling in style. Thanks, Lindsay! And thanks for Lindsay, God!

Priscilla ended up going a little beyond old Toad Town, and will be setting off across the bridge to New Brunswick tomorrow. She sent the photos you see above, which are, starting at the top, the couple who own the Cavendish farm in whose orchard she camped last night, a house in Cavendish, Priscilla and Lindsay in front of a piece of the bridge (we're hoping that's an extra piece, or else a piece from over a very shallow bit of water-- also, notice the menacing grey clouds in the background), and a bit of PEI with the sea in the distance.