Hey. Well met, I say.
It’s me again, your favorite not-in-the-neighborhood ne’er-do-well who does Lord-knows-what while being who-knows-where, and the only thing we all understand is that there is probably food involved because otherwise, dear reader, we would starve.
Umm… where was I, the last time I wrote you?
RIGHT. I was in Greenland, having gone to help with kite-sled, despite aforementioned disappointing surgery! GUESS who found the IAT in Greenland, guess, guess
Me. It was yours truly. Yup. Right there, across the water-y way… wait, I told you this already.
Anyways. After returning from Greenland, I started north from the NYC area. First, there were some ships. Then, another ship (yes be boggled who would have guessed, I know). Also, some plastic farm animals lurking in the secret depths of the boat that’s on the Canadian dime, whatever its name is? some fishing hack.
Blueshoes?
FINALLY, there was the IAT in Canada, which can be characterized precisely by the following picture series.
No.
Not that one. Excuse me. I have no idea how that got there. This series:
That is a duck, ladies and gentlefolk. Please note that it sat there long enough for me to notice it; and it continued to sit there, peacefully observing the world, through my bemused squinting; my incredulous staring; and, perforce, my clumsy fumbling with my magical technology space box. I apologize for the semicolons.
In other news, did you know that the libraries in Nova Scotia are all on one system, except for Halifax? You can borrow a book at any branch, then return it at the next one. Incredible, I say.
More, eventually, maybe, once I get my brain sorted. In the meantime, have these photos, in no particular order, from PEI, Nova Scotia, and Newfoundland.
Sail Away 