The Ceilidh (pronounced Kay-Lee) last night was great. There is incredible talent in the Maritimes, and I listened to some last night. The hall was packed, the primary singer Prendergast was great, his sin Sean Prendergast was even better, and there was a guest filler, 16 year old Cailyn MacAulay. There was an intermission where they served blueberry tea and oat cake cookies. The cookies were home made by the mom and grandmother of the Prendergast’s, and were a combination of Walkers short bread and a really good oatmeal cookie. The party ended at about 10:00PM. By the time I returned to the campsite and got settled it was 11PM. Sleep finally arrived sometime around midnight. There went the early start. Continue reading
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Go Figure
Well yesterday, I was all puffed up with the fact that I swept, washed and waxed the floors and polished the cabinets and straightened the RV so it was looking Pretttttyyy gooood. This morning I spilled a box of chicken stuffing. You know, the big open tube, with the stupid it never stays on tight after you’ve removed the aluminum foil sealer, so you better us it pretty damn quick, ’cause it will go stale lid? Yes, that one. All over inside the cabinet.
What is that saying? No good deed goes unpunished? I’ll have to keep my yammer shut when it comes to that kind of stuff. Karma is whispering to me.
Sunday in Stanhope
I’m staying at the Stanhope Campground in the Prince Edward Island National Park. I knew when making the reservation that there would be some challenges to staying here. For one, I started my stay at the end of one of the largest Country Music Festivals on the Island. There weren’t many vacancies. The site was listed as suitable for a 20 foot RV. I’m 24’ without the additional rear carrier that I added. The carrier adds almost three feet to the RV. It’s the tightest RV site I’ve been in, in years. There is no room. At the rear, I’ve got maybe a foot between the RV and the water and power post and the front grill is a foot, maybe, from the brush that borders the other part of the site. No complaints, I knew going in, that it was pushing the limits, but no one has ever been this truthful about the size of a campsite. Continue reading
North Point
I was up for the sunrise this morning. The day started out as a beautiful, warm day, clear sky and the Gulf was as calm as a mill pond. After taking in the sunrise, I went back to bed. Nothing around here opens until 9:30. After failing to discover any new fundamental insights into my great grandfather, Thomas Brennan, I decided to return to the Genealogical Center to see of they could locate an obituary on my two times great grandfather, John Brennan. I reasoned that if his son, my great great uncle, John P Brennan, installed such a magnificent monument, he may have run an obituary, just to let everyone know that it has him that installed the stone. Continue reading
Missing Relatives Monumental Tombstones, Unanswered Questions
It was a wonderful night. The section of the Jacques Cartier Provincial Park I’m camping in is the short duration, no frills section of the park. It’s evident by the condition of the foot tall plants in the fire rings that this area, with no bathroom close by, no water, no electricity and no sewer hook up is definitely the camping spot less explored. If there is one thing that this place has, it’s mosquitoes. The mosquitoes fight each other in order to take a stab at you. I feel like the buffet at an all you can eat restaurant when the college football team is in town. Continue reading