The eagles have landed, and the first place they drove to with their mama eagles is the lighthouse beach for a romp in the sand and ocean!!!
After last month's MASSIVE World Pride event in Toronto, Tats and I were eager to see how it's done in Charlottetown, PEI. So, we attended Monday's Flag Raising event at City Hall here.
It was admittedly a somewhat (okay, a significantly!!!) smaller event than Toronto's flag raising a the end of June, but hey, at least the Mayor showed up here in Ch'town, lol!
Also in attendance was one of the Pride PEI organizers, a young gay man who also happens to be the first "out" person running for city council on the Island.
Later this week, we plan to attend a rainbow cupcake decorating event at one of the major grocery store chains in town (Alex and Simon are looking forward to that one!), as well as a coffee house, and of course the parade itself, held Saturday at noon, and followed by a picnic in the park.
Decided to have dinner at the lighthouse this evening... heated up my leftover squash soup (thanks, Tatsy!!) and poured it into a thermos, and packed it, along with some water and a container of leftover green and yellow salad into my bike pannier, then headed off towards the not-yet-mosquito-infested red road leading to St Peter's Lighthouse.
Soon I could spy the lighthouse in the distance, between the reeds and across the pond. A little further on, I left my bike and hauled my dinner and the new beach chair (thank you Brenda and Wendy!!) I had fasted to my bike over the dune and onto the beach. I got myself all set up and enjoyed a lovely dinner by the water. My only complaint was that someone had eaten all the avocado out of my leftover green and yellow salad, and so I was feeling like a little something was missing there. But otherwise, it was a pretty nice evening.
Dusk lasts forever on PEI, and the sky is constantly changing. I enjoyed the beginning of sunset, then set off back home before things got too buggy!
After rather a wild night of birthday celebrations (we had some friends to the house who were on a birthday road trip), I managed to catch the 5:18 a.m. sunrise... and a good shot of the still-fairly-new house next door!
One of our friends brought "Cowboy", her labradoodle, who accompanied us everywhere... even our selfies!
And now... a few quiet, peaceful days until the arrival of Alex and Simon, who fly in next week as unaccompanied minors, and stay a few weeks -- hurrah!
In celebration of this summer's flight training on Prince Edward Island (no, really, it's finally happening!!), I thought I'd share a little video of a formation flight over the Island from last Friday, June 27, at sunset.
Piper Cherokee C-FVLA -- Pilot: Colin Corbett
Bellanca Citabria C-FFQK -- Pilot: Jim Ewing, Passenger: Eric Brookins
Cameras: Colin Corbett, Eric Brookins Video Production: Colin Corbett
Brian brought by some snowshoes (we had been ready to buy a pair or two from the Co-op in Morell, but they were already sold out!), which made negotiating the knee-deep snow considerably easier.
We even managed to squeeze in a quick trek to the beach before Christmas Eve dinner... no crawling on hands and knees this time!!
Click the first photo below to begin a self-guided slide show of larger pics w/ captions.
My drums have been calling to me since my arrival Friday afternoon, but the weather conditions have precluded a trip across the field to the music cabin. More specifically, the snow drifts surrounding the cabin seemed impenetrable, even though the area immediately surrounding the cabin was clear.
Alas, after several days of falling snow and ice pellets, the white dunes between me and my drums were not getting any smaller, so last night, I waded through them (waist-deep in some places!) and made my way out to the little yellow cabin.
It was FREEZING inside!!!
Even after 15 minutes of running the baseboard heater, I could still see my breath in front of me, so I left the heater on low overnight, turned out the lights, and went back to the main house.
My plan worked. This morning, the cabin was toasty warm... I pulled the blanket of my kit and arranged it so that I could slip in behind it.
Then, I played for nearly an hour... warm-ups at first, and syncopation and sticking exercises, but then some glorious tunes from the 80s, my favourite "fun and easy drumming" accompaniment playlist blasting Satch, Guns and Roses, and AC/DC at me through the headphones I had left out here last summer in anticipation of this mid-year break reunion.
Yesterday afternoon we made our first attempt at accessing the beach.
The main road was fine, but as soon as we got to the dirt road that leads down to the beach cottages and dune path, we began to understand why our ocean-front neighbour has been parking his car here over the winter months: The giant mound of snow that greeted us reached up nearly to the top of the "Gulf View Rd" street sign, rendering the waterfront road inaccessible to the average car . And, when we crawled over it, the snow on this "road" came up past our knees!
Tats immediately saw that walking on two legs would be futile. She dropped to her knees to more evenly distribute her body weight, and crawled some distance.
I attempted to stay upright and admire the bleak landscape as I walked...
As I continuoulsy sunk into and had to haul my entire body out of the snow, however, I soon saw the error of my ways, and begain to crawl, too!
Multiple times I wondered if we would actually make it. It even began to rain -- thank goodness we had somewhat waterproof gear on!! But finally, the desolate landscape of the winter beach and snow-covered harbour came into view, and we knew we would soon reach our goal.
As we hauled ourselves onto the "beach" and lay looking up at the winter sky, I marvelled at how impressive the Greenwich Dunes looked in the distance. No camera can adequately capture its magnificence in summer, and winter plays the same trick on the human-made lens: a majestic and multi-dimensional horizon that calls to the viewer in person is reduced to a few shades of grey through the camera.
We desperately want to go back... but we definitely need snowshoes for this trek!
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