Prince Edward Island Trip
August 28th to September 4th, 2005

Our first stop was Salem, Massachusettes, where we saw a Witch House. Actually, the house of the guy who thought there were witches in Salem. Yeah.

We next travelled North, to see the roaring granite cliffs of Maine

Karl then noticed those floating things, and decided to have lobstah to celebrate Maine's contribution to world cuisine.

Upon crossing the border, Agata decided to celebrate Canada's contribution to world cuisine.

Escaping New Brunswick necessitated crossing the world's longest and most contriversial bridge

We arrived on Prince Edward Island, and so Agata decided to celebrate Canada's second contribution to world cuisine, produced from the province's abundant agriculture

In Charlottetown we met many strange people and saw many strange things

We also visited Province House, where Canadian delegates gate crashed a conference on maritime confederation and threw a party to promote the confederation of all of British North America, in 1864. Nearly everyone liked the idea, except, ironically, the hosts, as PEI itself did not become part of Canada until several years later.

Green Gables, in Cavendish, PEI, before the weather brought us to the depths of despair

The roads in PEI are red, due to the high iron oxide content which also is good for potatoes. Very good for potatoes.

The Atlantic Wind Test Site. It's not as exciting as it sounds

The funniest town in Canada, after Dildo, Nfld. and Big Beaver, Sask.

Day 5: It stops raining.

Another ubiquitous crop in PEI is Irish Moss, a seaweed that is the source of carrigeenan. Here, Agata views a video on the exciting world of Irish Moss harvesting made even more interesting by a monotonic narrator. She shows her appreciation for this ingenious documentary with hands clutched to her sides and tears streaming down her face.

I have no comment.

Finally, it was time to leave PEI, but we had one more stop in Halifax. The Bluenose II was sadly on tour, but we saw some of the other leading contenders for the Canadian dime.

In the Alexander Keith's brewery, we were led in a rousing chorus of "Barrett's Privateers". How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!

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