Leaping Two Provinces In A Single Bound: Halifax, Nova Scotia and Frediction, New Brunswick
This morning we were in Halifax, Nova Scotia, dancing to ABBA.
This evening we were in Fredericton, New Brunswick, wandering around - some of us (I'm not saying who) without pants - looking for food.
(Dear Fredericton: you are a very difficult place in which to find food service that accommodates children. But you are pretty and you smell nice, so we forgive you.)
Somewhere in between those two places there has been much singing and story-telling and screaming and eating of Timbits, and we met a Mastodon and also very nearly massacred a family of ducks (a wholly traumatic story that will be recounted some other time, when I no longer hear my screams ringing in my ears.) And yet, somehow, we have not lost our minds.