September 15 PEI and Hurricane Ike

The wind blew and blew and blew during the night. We woke up to lots of gray clouds and wind, and debated what we should do for the day. Stay or go east to Red Point Prov. Park. It took us a while, but we decided to pack up and move, and if we didn’t make it to Red Point, oh well.

We also needed isobutane for our camp store, some more cans of soup, and some cash, so that was on our list of things to do first today. After driving through a number of small towns and battling the wind, we decided to turn into Summerside since it was a larger town, and might have a sporting goods store. Meanwhile, it had cleared off, and the wind stopped a little. Summerside had a Wal-mart, but we couldn’t find anything we were looking for in it (Stuffy Steve should be happy). So we went to the super Atlantic store and got the food items. They directed us to Canadian Tire for the isobutane, and downtown to the CIBC ATM. Canadian Tire is NOT a tire store, it is like a Lowe’s hardware store (if you are imaginative!), I’m not sure they even sell tires there. Leave it to our neighbors to the North! While in Summerside at the ATM, Steve was approached by a couple of missionaries from Salt Lake City. They were very happy to see a Utah license plate and were so enthusiastic they forgot to proselytize him. I guess they thought a biker was not too conducive to conversion!

After taking care of these pressing matters, we headed east again, with Steve battling the wind all the way. We had lunch at the New London Seafood Restaurant, and had oysters on the half shell, steamed mussels, fried clams and baked sole with lobster sauce. Ummmmm, good! After lunch, we planned a route to Red Point and gave up on seeing the National Park because of the wind. After several hours of fighting the wind, we decided to cut short our attempt at getting to a campsite at Red Point, and tried to find a campsite on the way to Woods Island, the ferry location.
We ended up at the Murray River campground, a private campground but without internet. We got directions to the library that had internet service and sent a message to our kids letting them know where we were.

So far we are 4,060 miles into our trip, and the motorcycle tires are holding up pretty well. . . but it’s doubtful they would hold out for the remaining 6,000 miles of our trip. Jon has ordered us some new ones that we will have put on when we get to his house next week (Thanks, Jon!).