August 14, 2016
After breakfast together in the
Victorian dining room of the Inn’s restaurant we gathered whatever we might
need for the day and boarded the bus, setting out for the Cabot Trail. I sank into my seat anticipating fresh
adventures. Stowing my backpack, I
tucked my phone behind the seat in front of me only to find that I had the TV
remote in my hand instead. Hopefully the
maid wasn’t planning to watch reality shows while she cleaned our room.
Adin gave a short meditation as
we rode up the winding, scenic highway after which we all sang a few
songs. Singing “How Great Thou Art”
while seeing the majestic evidence of His incredible creation passing by outside
the windows lends a profundity to the words beyond that found inside a
building.
We meandered through hills,
valleys, and mountains, although the mountains
barely qualified as such when compared with the towering, snow-covered peaks of
the Canadian Rockies. But they were still ear-popping as the bus slowly climbed
upward. For many miles there were few
trees except for small pines, water visible on both sides of the highway. A scattering of homes rested on bluffs
overlooking the rocky cliffs that fell straight into the water below, no sandy beaches in sight. Road signs held
names impossible to pronounce: Nyanza, Whycocoma,
Hautes-Terres-du-Cap-Breton. Okay, so I'd like to see them pronounce Gnadenhutten.


Full of food and feeling
satisfied in spite of our thwarted hiking plans we set off up the mountain once
again, on the bus. The rain continued and we returned to the Inn, each going
our own way for supper. We ended up at
Wong’s Family Restaurant and it turned out to be the Wong Decision. Sorry.
Couldn’t help myself. Bland and
pretty much tasteless, it was. First
less than satisfactory meal I’ve had on this trip though, so that’s pretty
good, I’d say.
Paul disappeared with his cards in hand again. I decided not to follow. The Inn had no good place for everyone to congregate so the die-hards met in one of the rooms and hunched over tiny tables they pilfered from various locations. The rest of us relaxed and went to bed. Paul informed me the next day his luck had still not changed. The man is a is either a sucker for punishment or stubborn. Or both.
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