Not Quite Done

I was about to post that this is indeed the final trip post, but since I just put another in the queue, I have had to come back and change the title and this intro. I know I promised that the last one was the last one, but having come this far, I figure I might as well get myself home ... or at least on the journey.

From Yarmouth we had driven to Lunenburg and then onto Halifax on the same day. The plan was to stay in Halifax for two nights: see the sights on day one and start home on day two. Before, I awoke on day one, however, I had the epiphany that it wouldn't take too very long too see the harbour or at least get a taste of it, and that I wasn't really up to a full day of traipsing and sightseeing. So, we could be on the road by early afternoon and actually get home on Saturday rather than Sunday. It seemed too appealing, so we cancelled our room, headed to the pier, and then began our homeward journey by about 1 PM.

It was difficult to leave this friendly dolphin behind. I'm sure it was a she who found me most attractive, even though that might sound fishy to you.



As we walked the pier, we saw Timothy Too the Tugboat pass by. We had purchased a TTT book for the kids back in Yarmouth, and I had no idea that it was a real tugboat.



There was a TTT store where we could even purchase a ride. There were many boat rides available and many hopeful implorers imploring us to ride their craft, but we shunned them all.



I did appreciate seeing this real container ship go by, however.



Just before leaving, I and my hips and my upset tummy sat and had a think of the 1500km/950mi trip that lay before us in the next two days. I forced a smile but wondered how I was going to make it.



Earlier we had wandered into this little mall off the pier. This is where I and my travelling quarters purchased that pricey new mug that I showed you a week or so ago.



Cuppa had a chat with our former Prime Minister whom everybody had thought to be deceased, but in point of fact he is as alive as Elvis.



She also was able to make a little purchase that day. Such things make her happy ... and that makes me happy.



Soon enough, we were on the road, that day to Grand Falls where we stayed at a highly overpriced hotel which I refuse to show you ...



... and from there, all of the way home on the next day. With many hip-friendly stops.



It was a long way to go for a week. The time spent in Yarmouth was great; a few more days there and a few less everywhere else would probably have been ideal. But one can only impose oneself on gracious hosts for so long, so I guess it all worked out well. Besides, one can only guess and expect how a trip might unfold and what might wish to see and do. We made our plans as best we could and had an experience and have a memory ... or twenty.