Morning finds us in Woodstock, NB—a generic room in some generic hotel chain. The kids love it... Any home away from home will do. We hit the road after a quick breakfast, anxious to get to our destination. Some three hours to go.
The Confederation Bridge is an imposing structure but not much to look at. Efficient is really the only word that comes to mind; but it gets us to the Island, finally. The clouds are still low, roiling and steaming in a perpetual tide. We stop in Crapaud—at a small diner that feels like someone's house—and get our first taste of homemade PEI fries.
Look at that... We've made it.