When we got to PEI, it’s safe to say that we were pretty worn out. The weather had been consistently kicking our asses for the last few weeks, forcing alternate arrangements and last minute decisions with the tired, cranky toddler huskies.
My dad lives in downtown Vancouver and he owns one of “those” dogs. You know, the kind you fear passing as a dog owner. The kind that looks like it’s about to snap at any moment and lunge out to try to bite your dog.
Following our Day After Tomorrow experience in Newfoundland, we thought it best to check the weather for Cape Breton BEFORE we got there to make sure that we were all clear for camping (we’re learning).
I’m currently sitting on a ferry (it’s delayed due to extreme weather conditions), soaking wet, drinking at least 4 fingers of scotch, listening to gangsta rap… it’s been one of THOSE kind of days.
After I almost Tonya Harding-ed a cyclist in Montreal, made a complete ass of myself in Quebec City, and gained AT LEAST 5lbs eating the poutine Dustin presented me with daily… I was ready to go a little more low key.
After Montreal (and the ordeal with Patrice), I was feeling a bit stand-offish about Quebec. Which, I feel I should clarify a bit…