Grand Falls, New Brunswick
Just a few mop ups from earlier:
View From Within the Glass House
The room cleaning lady on Cape Breton was a deep voiced, no nonsense
woman in her 50s. She had heard that I was from California, and
stopped me near my bike:
“Are there any Republicans in California?”
“Well,” I venture, “there are pockets of them.”
She gives a thumbs up.
“I’m pro Trump all the way. The US needs structure. They are being eaten up
by socialism from the inside out.”
So many reponses to this openening gambit. Starting with her living
with the benefit of socialized health care… But I must roll, and let
it go.
Perfection (Almost)
Can you see this? In Summerside the final gas station of the day was
right next to where I was to stay! I considered pushing the bike to
the adjacent parking lot to be not a drop short of a full tank. Sanity
prevailed, I briefly woke her for the ride next door. Though of course, then the tank wasn’t *entirely* full any more. I keep thinking about that.

The Wind Did it I Swear
I did not do this! The wind did it. I was unexpectedly hitting a
turnoff to route 15, and needed to check this brand new, water proof
National Geographic map (Eastern Canada ). The wind kept blowing the map
this way and that.

I searched for a partial fold, honoring the creases, which would reveal my
position, yet expose minimal map to the wind. Before I knew it, the
map was the shape of this square, with my position centered. I swear,
though, that was the wind. It kept pushing extraneous portions of the
map under.
