In pursuit of Maritime memories

     As vacation time rolls around each year, who doesn't look forward with great anticipation, to that long-awaited trip or, to those sunny, lazy, hazy days at the lake or seaside. 

     My daughters and I have been planning for months, a once-in-a-lifetime adventure — an upcoming visit to my childhood homeland. 

     

     WestJet will safely land us in Halifax, where we will begin our motor trek through Nova Scotia, including Cape Breton Island, Prince Edward Island and ending up in my home province, New Brunswick, to visit family and friends. 

     

     Some of the highlights we will enjoy will be Peggy's Cove, the quaint town of Baddeck, and the fertile, pristine province of Prince Edward Island — especially the Anne of Green Gables area — where warm memories of my honeymoon with Nels, still linger. 

     

     Though I have returned to these special haunts several times over the years, much will be new for my daughters, as they were just teens on their last visit East. 

     

     I will enjoy seeing it all anew, through their eyes, and will be awed with their responses as they greet several of their "grown-up" cousins, sharing a family bond of affection. 

     As I travel, I always anticipate the joy of meeting someone new, often someone with a kindred spirit, and always with the intent of "scattering a few seeds of love" to those I meet. 

          
     
     Unfortunately, since I am travelling in the opposite direction, I cannot assist hitchBot, the hitchhiking robot, who is attempting to make his whirlwind adventure from Halifax to Victoria. Relying on the kindnesses of strangers, with its computerized brain, it carries on conversations and hopes to collect stories as it goes. 

     People seem concerned as to whether we can trust robots, but the question is, can robots trust humans? We will find out. 

     May he reach his destination safely as I pray I will reach mine. To those of you who follow my blogs, I will be taking a brief hiatus. 

     There's a cliche that says, "Time flies when you're having fun." 

     

     Posting on my blog as I travel probably won't happen, as I intend to savour every placid lake and field of daisies that I pass along the way, being so aware that time passes all too quickly. 

     With God as our navigator and Mark Harvey, (my son-in-law) who is accompanying us behind the driver's wheel, we will be headed in the right direction, finding our way and staying on course.  

Happy summer, everyone!

 — beulah