I awoke what felt like literally two seconds later to the sound of a screaming alarm. In reality, two hours had passed. And the alarm was inside Mabel.
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.
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.
We as a family are so deeply grateful for the motorhome in which we are traveling...(Ach, may God bless you for your care and generosity, Wayne Hiemstra! ) This thing is like nothing we've ever traveled or stayed in before. It is great fun for the kids (and their mama!) to see Jer maneuvering it like a pro. But it is a learning curve, that's for sure...