Cavendish
Trip Start
Jun 19, 2008
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Trip End
Jun 22, 2008
Cavendish, Prince Edward Island, Canada
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Eno - "Ascent" "Compact Forest Proposal, Condition 8" "Church" "Asteriod Dawn" many more I sleep through.
Luckily Christopher calls me at 12:30 or I woulda slept through the day. Mike's tied up with play stuff so I've got time to run out for lunch. Could be Tim Horton's again. Ought to be Swiss Chalet or A&W. But I've been hankering Wendy's since Boston. Funny thing I discovered when I get back to the hotel - allegedly they don't use processed American cheese type food product®(tm) here, but rather real cheese. A burger with cheese that adds flavor rather than detracting from it! It was a paradigm changing experience.
After the nosh it's time to fetch Christopher and head out to New Perth. What a gorgeous fucking property, complete with old barn out back, miles of fields all around, and a disco strobe transmission tower in the distance to point out there's a gay couple around. Mike wanted Nigel to come out, but I saw a bumblebee and he would've had a heart attack at that. Everybody in the house is sick or coming down, so I'm glad we don't hang out too long. Vitamin C come save me!
When we get back to Charlottetown there's a lovely pit stop at Tim Horton's. This month they're featuring Strawberry Blossom donuts that are awesome, and we have a round along with some sodys for the boys and a vitamin c fortified apple juice por moi. Then it's a gorgeous drive to Cavendish where some famous chick lived, and where Mike & Leo conceived their move here. Conceived, not consummated, I hope.
We can't gain free entry to the National Park in spite of Mike's fame, but we do run into Leo and his party. We enjoy the views and the graffiti and the tendres memories. Then we separate again to more effectively terrorize the island. The green gables house is nice because we can get into a little bit of nature, with only a glimpse of the golf course. On our meanderings we find the "I'm going to HELL!!!!!" rollercoaster.
Finally, it's time to bite the bullet and suffer through the lobster dinner which was set up in spite of the fact that none of the three of us will or can eat lobster. Tomalley is the liver my ass - it's lobster poop you idiots! Oh well, we settle for awful roast beef and assorted fixins of poor to passable quality. But our server Bethany is a sweetie, and the blueberry pie ala mode saves the experience.
Night doesn't finally come up here till 11pm, just as we arrive back at the homestead. Time for a few more laughs and hugs before the final night in Charlottetown. Here endeth the part of the trip I'll always cherish.
