September 17--Still at McLeod's campground

Well, we woke up to clouds, but they cleared off by 9 a.m. Yeah! We slept in waiting for someone to bring us coffee in bed, but it didn’t happen. So we got up, dressed and packed up our dirty clothes and the computer and went to Inverness for coffee and the laundromat. We had coffee at a quik stop, but the coffee line was long. The fellow in front of us said we had to be quick, or it would be gone. He said they served over 500 cups of coffee a day from the dinky little place.

So we got our coffee, some cinnamon rolls, and headed back to the laundry. They had a great wi-fi connection, so I was able to upload several days of journals, and a few pictures before Steve got the laundry folded! Is he a good boy!! (I’m the best!...Steve)

Then we headed south to the Glenora Distillery, the one of the few makers of single malt whiskey (can’t call it scotch) in North America. We had a tour of the distillery, a lovely lunch accompanied by scottish tunes, and left with a couple of bottles of aged scotch (seemed to be worth more than the Wing!) and a DVD from our lunchtime Celtic mandolin player.

We spent a quiet evening in camp watching the sun, then the sunset, over the ocean. We visited with one of the “seasonals” who said they lived on the other side of Cape Breton about an hour away, and they took their RV over to McLeod’s every year for the last 22 years and left it for the summer. We heard the story about the island across the bay, and how wonderful the ocean is during the summertime right on McLeod’s beach.

I guess there were 3 trailers actually involved in the flood several weeks ago, one washed clear out to sea, There is a fine toilet sitting on a beach a mile away. . .the last remains of the ill fated RV.

I met a woman in the showers and we talked about the ferocious wind we had both encountered on PEI. She said she had heard that they had actually had to turn a cruise liner away from the harbor at St. Johns, Newfoundland, because of the high waves caused by the remains of Hurricane Ike, the first time for that to happen in 80 years. It sounded like we were really lucky in the campsites we chose while we were on PEI. She said she and her husband were in an exposed campsite, and they were afraid their truck pop-up was going to blow over.

We had a lovely fire this evening, and sat outside until the first stars came out. The evening was capped off with showers and an episode of Heroes. Tomorrow we are headed north on our red chariot to traverse the Cabot Trail.