We returned safe and sound from our annual epic road trip on Monday. Here is how the trip unfolded, by the numbers….
Miles driven: 5390.7. We thought about driving around for 10 more miles, but that would have been cheating.
States/provinces traversed: 8. In case you’re wondering which ones: Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan, Ontario, Quebec, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, Newfoundland.
Beds slept in: 13. Hotel beds, blow-up mattresses, sofa beds, and ferry bunk beds. You name it, I slept on it!
Ferry crossings: 4. We were on a huge ferry between Nova Scotia and Newfoundland (16 hours), and a smaller one between Newfoundland mainland and Fogo Island (45 minutes).
Hikes on Fogo Island: 5
Stuffed animal trip mascots that my mom bought: 3. 2 puffins she named “Chip” and “Dip,” and Sable, a Newfoundland dog.
Books read (by all of us): 11.
Stops at Tim Hortons for coffee and donuts: no comment.
Fish and chips meals consumed: no comment.
Fleece jackets purchased: no comment.
Photos taken: thousands.
Fun memories: countless! (I broke my selfie ban to take this one.)
Sunrise and Ferries
A Pittman Drinking Song
Halfway to Ireland
A Night Crossing
Canadians seem to love their chips. On our drive across the eastern half of the country the past few days, we’ve spotted numerous roadside eateries bearing the name “Chip Shack,” or “Chip Shop,” or some variation thereof.
Since Canada still has Queen Elizabeth as their Head of State, they are employing the British meaning of the word “chips” — what we Yanks would call French Fries. Mind you, as a french-fry lover myself, I really don’t care what they are called.
In American English, however, “chip” is something different — it’s flat and crunchy.
In preparation for our road trip, we stocked upon things to eat. My sister offered to purchase a multi-pack box of chips from Costco. Not being a member of Costco, I assumed a multi-pack box would have a dozen or so bags of chips. Not so. When my sister and her husband showed up to load the car on Friday morning, she had a giant box of 100 chips in tow!
No, we did not bring all 100 bags of chips; we put a bunch of them into our snack bag. On Day 5, however, I can say that we have officially reached the “sick of chips” point.
If you are in Nova Scotia, and see a Red SUV with Minnesota plates on the side of the road with a “chips for sale” sign posted nearby, that will be us.
Today we drove the Cabot Trail, which winds through the Cape Breton Highlands National Park on Cape Breton Island. Since there are no words adequate enough to describe the beauty, I’ll let a few photos do the talking.
In a province known for its lighthouses, this is the first one we’ve seen. Much to our delight we discovered that it is now an ice cream shop!
How’s that for an awesome ribbon of highway? One of the reasons we drove 2000 miles to Nova Scotia was to drive that road. It did not disappoint.
All the villages on the cape have gorgeous churches. This was our favorite, in the village of Ingonish Ferry.