Somehow I think I don't have the concept of blog down, quite.
It's supposed to be an up to the minute account of how you passed your day.
Mine is more like watching corn grow with a time delay.
But I'd best move on before I start a fight.

I'd best get cracking on the vacation photos if I ever want to get them all up. After 3 nights on Prince Edward Island - we even went to the beach and dipped ourselves in the polar North Atlantic. Zoila especially enjoyed this:
we drove back across the bridge in New Brunswick. After following the scenic, coastal highway for several hours (and looping the loop in mighty Moncton), we arrive at Fundy National Park on the Bay of Fundy, home to the highest tides in the world. This is truly a wonder of the world - up there with boxer shorts and cotton candy. The second day we were there we headed off for the eerie Hopewell Rocks, where one can "walk on the floor of the sea".

Alex and Roberta on "the floor of the sea".

Unfortunately, the normally sober as salt Canadian Nature Police gave us the wrong closing time for the Rocks, so it was mainly just a dash and snap expedition. On the way back to Fundy Park, however, we took our time and saw some of the scenic New Brunswick fog everyone talks about. (I never thought I'd quite survive/Or even ever come out alive/To pass the test of the feckless fog/Surviving it is hard, even for a dog, etc. -Stoneridge) Here are some photos so you can see what I'm talking about: