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.
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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.
