The Bag Ladies Go To Cheticamp - Kathleen

Since getting away from Halifax was tied to the liberation of Ginny's bag from customs, and since we managed to accumulate a number of bags containing groceries and a couple of souveniers during our unexpected touring of Halifax on Sunday, it occurred to me that this journey so far has been influenced greatly by BAGS--in fact, treking out to the car this morning before we even had Gin's bag from Customs, I commented on our giving the term "bag ladies" new meaning. None of which is particularly interesting, but it does explain the title of this post. We stopped for lunch at a lovely picnic park on the way to the Celtic Music Centre--tables by a brook. Fortunately, it was cool enough to wear our jackets; otherwise I believe we would have been carried off bodily by the mosquitoes. I have little doubt I ate several of the nasty beasties as they swarmed around our heads when we were eating. The vistas from the road have been majestic--even in the rain and fog. Tomorrow we plan to set out in a Zodiac (i.e., big rubber boat) to watch whales. Hopefully by the time we write again, we will report having had a whale of a time.