i am not my own

Our Very Own Ottawa...

Our Very Own Ottawa...

We have already had so many novel experiences, visited so many new places, seen so many unfamiliar things and met so many beautiful people... We are thankful for all of this, and wouldn't change any of it. But it has been a gift to share a few days of life with friends who have known us for years. 

Nautically-Lovely Nova Scotia...

Nautically-Lovely Nova Scotia...

To begin with, an incredible off-season deal meant we spent our week in a charming cabin and were able to take a break from motorhome living. Ah, the delightful indulgence of a bath tub! Of an oven. Of not one but two actual bedrooms with real doors.  Of a flatscreen TV with cable. Of a dishwasher. Of the space to conduct an art lesson and a large table on which to paint.  Of trees and nature all around, ready to be played in and explored, coupled with the ability to leave said nature and retreat to a place warm and dry without, er, going stir crazy or annoying one's siblings, one's children, one's parents, one's spouse or oneself to the point of distraction.  Of a ten-minute walk down to the Bay of Funday with its 50-foot tides.

Pretty PEI...

Pretty PEI...

We are currently staying at the KOA Campground in Cornwall, PEI, minutes away from Charlottetown.  Our motorhome faces the beautiful West River and we have been thoroughly enjoying tidal-pooling at low tide.  The kids and I went on a Seashore Scavenger Hunt this morning and found shells we've never seen before, including Olive Shells, Kitten's Paws and pretty shiny Jingle Shells.