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.
To make matters worse, Montana was having a full on hunger strike in defiance (which was super helpful seeing as she was on meds that required her to take food) and Dustin’s patience with me was wearing thin. He was now COMPLETELY over my “entertain myself at his expense” antics and kept muttering about “thin ice”.
(We will officially refer to this period of time between us as the no fun zone).
Sooooo…there was a lot of silent contemplation after we got off the PEI ferry and headed to Charlottetown. And then there wasn’t:
We were, of course, talking about grass. And not the hippy dippy stuff Willie Nelson smoked. Grass. Green grass. It looked like a bloody golf course… everywhere. Acres and acres of perfectly manicured rolling hills as far as the eye could see. And on the odd chance it wasn’t green grass it was impossibly red soil, which was also fun to look at.
At first we though, maybe a major export in PEI was turf – nope, it’s potatoes – but then we got to a bit more residential area and the grass game was alive and well there too. Seriously, it was over the top, OCD-type grass at EVERY house. So we started our chatter about the kind of people that have all the time in the world to cut grass with scissors. And just like that I was having fun again.
Turns out the joke was on me.
When we got to Charlottetown, we were so impressed by the city and the people, we stopped making jokes and started asking questions.
We met some of the loveliest people in the entire country in PEI, and very quickly Charlottetown (albeit small) was climbing our major city rankings.
Ottawa – Charlottetown – Quebec City – Winnipeg
If there was a law school and they didn’t refer to climbing out of second story windows in the winter, it might be a completely different story. BUT Charlottetown as a city, and the people of PEI were really quite lovely, OCD grass and all.
We grabbed dinner in town and headed off in search of our airbnb. And that’s when Patrice started to get chatty. REALLY chatty. Like, constant monologue type chatty.
Turns out, the only downside to PEI is that their roads all __|’’’’’|__ go__|’’’’’|__ like __|’’’’’|__ this. It’s infuriating. And they’re ALL called highways. It’s like the farmers decided to play a game of my d— is bigger than your d— and all have highways that run through their properties. So not only do you have the toddler huskies crashing into each other as you turn corners every 5 seconds, you also have Patrice – God Bless Her – announcing the new highway.
“Turn left on highway one-uh-two” (102 – aka farmer Browns’ personal expressway)
NOBODY ASKED YOU PATRICE!!
With bleeding ears, I contemplated the hour of my life I’d never get back, and tried to figure out how to turn it into a game to pester Dustin, but all was soon forgotten when we pulled up to Penderosa Cottages.
Now, this was a funny booking on our trip. It wasn’t one we picked. My gf Anna (the one who invented GPS Patrice) INSISTED, quite forcefully, that if we were going to PEI that we HAD TO go to her family’s cottage. The pictures looked good and she’s generally pretty reliable, but…
If you ever go to PEI you will stay nowhere else. Promise me. No seriously, promise me. And I’ll be waiting for the “thank you call”…
It was exactly what we needed as far as comfort, rest and relaxation. AND it had its own private beach.The only thing we wish we’d have done differently was stay put. We needed it, the dogs needed it, but we felt it was our adventure-ly duty to go see things. We figured if the private beach was THIS nice, the National parks beaches were probably sprinkled with gold.
Turns out it was a case of “the grass is greener”.
Bahahahahahahaha. Ok, I’m good.
Don’t get me wrong, they were nice… but if I put pictures of OUR beach (I’m taking ownership of it now lol) and the other ones side-by-side, you’d have no idea. Plus there were other people on the other ones….(the nerve!) Didn’t they know we were vacationing?!
There were, however, very cool bridges…
…and we did meet a new friend.
Otherwise, it sprinkled lightly most of our time in PEI, but we cared not. And when we left, we had a newfound respect for the islanders and their grass game. Although, we STILL werent quite sure of the gameplay or the rules.
Seriously, ask an Islander why they try to out-grass their neighbour and they’ll smile at you, tell you that’s funny and change the subject.
I’ll tell you one thing, it’s definitely NOT a fluke of nature. As we drove off the 12km bridge on our last day, the rain followed, but the grass changed back to its normal summer-ish green/brown.
And a bit of our hearts were left in PEI.
Sonia, Dustin and the Baywatch babes.
If you’d like to see an aerial view of the superb PEI grass, watch this…