There were lots of leaves in the Maritimes.
Most of them were dead.
Some of them were still clinging to trees.
Some parts had barely started to change colour.
With only the tips dying.
Others were already nearly dead.
Sometimes death is pretty.
Like when it’s whizzing past in the car.
Or rushing towards you.
Or away from you.
Or just hanging around.
Or when it’s slightly moist.
Or dripping wet.
Kerri spent a lot of our time in the Maritimes playing with her food.
Matt preferred his seafood in gooier forms that are harder to play with.
Sometimes even gooified and placed between buns.
Or easy to eat with a knife and fork.
Kerri’s dinners required shielding.
Except once in a while she got fish.
And sometimes Matt got giant buckets of clams.
Or made Kerri share the lobster.
So many lobsters.
We drove across the longest bridge in Canada.
It is also the longest bridge in the world that crosses ice-covered water.
It is made of a whole bunch of concrete.
And metal.
Did we mention it is long.
There is a hump in the middle. It was the most interesting part of the drive.
There were lots of creepy crawlies in the Maritimes too.
Some were very fuzzy.
Others surprisingly less fuzzy.
Apparently the rest left Kerri speechless.
Because she stopped writing there, and left the post saved on this laptop for almost 5 years.
So now she’s trying to figure out why there’s no space on the laptop, and finding it’s full of pictures of scary looking bugs.
Which she has surprisingly little memory of.
But she has to post it to make space for new adventures.
This doesn’t even appear to be a bug, it’s a fungus.
I don’t know what the heck this is. Too bad the picture is blurry.
This one is sharp and obviously taken on some kind of sign.
I think it’s the same kind of bug that freaked us out years later in Vancouver. I wonder if it has a better memory than we do?
We went to the potato museum.
It had potato pottery.
And lots of potato related equipment.
Like this potato picker.
And potato picker repairing paraphernalia.
And whatever this is.
