We slept in until just before 8am, which was glorious, though probably could have slept longer as we stayed awake until midnight watching V for Vendetta on TV. Strangely, all the swearing was silenced out of the film. I could understand if it was on at an earlier time but it didn’t start until about 9:30pm. Weird.
We had breakfast at the same time as the two other couples this morning. Breakfast was even more filling than yesterday. We had yoghurt with berries and granola, blueberry muffins, and french toast (made with homemade bread).
Because we were all seated in the room together, eventually some conversation started. The man and woman were from northern Ontario and had driven over, and the other couple were two women, friends I think, who’d driven from Alberta because one of them was returning to Monkton after retiring. Our accents gave us away so we had a chat about what we were doing there. I think Glen’s got the words down pat now.
We said our farewells soon after breakfast, a little sad to be going after spending a couple of days at the Cranford Inn. Vicki and Martha were lovely, just like the Trip Advisor reviews said, and we highly recommend that if you’re going to PEI, you should stay there. Plus, it worked out to be only $109 per night (and that included a free room upgrade). Much cheaper and nicer than a hotel.
The day was filled with a lot of driving as I wanted to see the eastern side of the island, following the eastern coastal route. I drove the whole time, without accidentally driving on the wrong side of the road.
We made a number of stops along the way to take photos at points where there were some beautiful vistas with lakes and trees drenched in stunning colours. Or we took photos of old, run-down, abandoned and crumbling houses and barns. There were many along our journey which is sad when you think of the history that each house must hold, and how it’s easier – and cheaper – just to let it rot. They make for very atmospheric portraits though.
The scenery has been much better on this side of the island. There are still plenty of farms and houses that have expansive lawns (which look excessive to my Australian eyes but when you realise the grass is natural and they have plenty of rain here, it’s not so bad), however, there are larger forests here and you drive through a good portion of it.
I was mesmerised by the yellow-leafed beeches and the green-needled firs mixed in together. The beeches’ leaves fluttered like golden butterflies in the wind. Stunning. Oh and we also saw two blue jays, real-life blue jays. They were actually blue. Amazing!
We made a few stops at beach viewing areas. One at Spry Point (or Point Spry), which is supposed to be one of the most romantic spots on the island for wedding receptions but we missed the inn and instead went to the point and looked out to sea. It was freezing.
Another stop was down a red dirt road to a beach to listen to the singing sands. They were silent. Glen filled that silence with his singing instead.
And then finally we reached the lighthouse at the eastern most point. It was closed, like most things on the island. Blustery and freezing, we didn’t stay long before climbing back in the car and zooming along the northern side of the route.
We went into Greenwich and checked out a bit of the national park there. This included a huge interpretation centre but it was also closed. We had wanted to walk along the parabolic dunes but, once again, we must have missed the correct turn. Instead we walked for a bit down to the water then turned around and got back in the car.
Quick stop at a petrol station to find food. It was after 1, closer to 2, and we hadn’t had lunch. It looked as if anything nice outside Charlottetown was closed for the season. I bought a bottle of water and Glen bought some biltong jerky.
We arrived back at Charlottetown a little after 3 and went to a pub for a late lunch. Food wasn’t bad, certainly hit the spot. Although I like travelling, I’m looking forward to getting back home and eating properly again.
I keep looking at menus and mentally crossing things off because they’re not good for me. Combined with no workout while I’m away, it’s three days that put me back. I haven’t yet got to the point of carrying protein powder with me, but I’m getting close. I’ve started swapping out fries and potatoes from whatever I order. It’s tough.
After lunch, we filled up the tank with petrol, went to the airport, dropped off the now-red-dirt-splattered car, and went through security. We got on the plane. We waited on the plane. There was something wrong with the plane. We got off the plane. We waited to see if the plane could be fixed. And half an hour later we got back on the plane and flew to Montreal. We’d missed our connecting flight to Toronto but luckily there were three others after we landed.
I’m always a little amazed and appalled by people’s reactions to a delayed flight or a cancelled flight due to mechanical errors (real mechanical errors, not a “mechanical error” where the pilot is drunk). One of the guys in a seat next to us fully went off. Young guy so I’d put it down to the self-entitled, self-importance of today’s youth, but honestly, suck it up. Your carrying on will not make any difference.
After landing in Montreal, we collected our new boarding passes to Toronto. The flight leaves at 9:30pm so we only have to kill two hours at the airport. I’m glad we’re going home thought it might have been nice to spend a night in Montreal.
Travels with Dan 
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