PEI: The Final Wind-Up
This has been mommy-blogging/scrapbooking at it's finest, and I do thank all of you for stopping by and commenting. I feel the need to keep a record of this trip, and since I don't do diaries or scrapbooks, where else can I do it but here? Plus, I actually took a few decent photos. It's a rarity in my world.
My mom had a funny comment when she saw the pictures I downloaded:
"It looks like we had a good time."
What she meant was, it looked like it was sunny and nice the whole time. In actuality, it was windy and rainy for a large portion of our stay. It was probably just the backlash of Hurricane Ike, but if we were to go again, I would probably want to go earlier in the summer. On the other hand, we had the beach almost exclusively to ourselves.
On days that weren't so nice, we hopped back in the car (ug) and went on a trip somewhere fun.
We visited The Gouda Lady, and found out how cheese was made. The Boy was more interested in trying to pet the sheep and llamas. So we stood at the fence and said "Here sheepy, sheepy, sheepy..." about a thousand times, trying to pry the sheep away from the salt lick. No dice. I nudged the Boy and pointed out a llama biting another llama's bum, and then they started to copulate. (And I thought this was a PG trip.)
We went into Charlottetown on a particularly foreboding day and saw The Biggest Ship Known To Man. Seriously. I thought it was some kind of building, or a fake backdrop at the very least, and then I realized it was real. You can see it in the background.
Determined to make the most of our trip, we went to the beach on a day that no sane person would ever go. It was very cold. And windy. And kinda misty. And I have the bad hair to prove it.
That afternoon, the sun was peeking through the clouds, and we decided to go back again. The sun was out! It had to be warmer, right? Plus, we were going a bit stir crazy indoors. The Boy firmly refused to set foot on the beach, though, so he stayed with my parents, and we took the Little Guy down to the beach with us.
(I have the rarely granted permission of Mr Earth to post a photo with him in it. It may not stay up, so best get an eyeful while you can. Isn't he sexy? He thinks he looks terrible in pictures, so please tell him in the comments to stop being so silly.)
AH, now this picture more accurately reflects the mood of the day: