Good night’s rest and waking up to a warm sunny day.  Without any concrete plans for the trip and a distinct need to do laundry, I thought it would be a good day to take off and do nothing.  Laundry room wouldn’t be open until after 10:30, so I had some time to kill.

Being a Sunday, I thought it might be a good chance to finally go to service – unfortunately, having discovered that this town has a 95% francophone only population, it was more difficult than I thought to find a service in English.  I eventually made my way to United Presbyterian which had a bilingual service.  Not being able to find a website, I got there way too early and spooked the people there before heading off to run some errands.

Getting back to the church shortly before service actually started, I had a nice chat with some of parishioners.    Apparently the head pastor was off on a 2 week vacation and they suspected most of the church population was going to do the same thing.  They normally had about 80 regulars, but today would be closer to 30.

Sermon was on counting your blessings and balancing against your responsibilities.  What got me was the translation from English into French after every sentence.  Made me thing of those old school bilingual services at VCBC.  As always, the translation made the sermon run a lot longer than if it were just a single language.

Grabbed some sausages on my way back to camp and started my load of laundry before eating and napping on my picnic table.  It wasn’t until I finished my drying that the hosts pointed out that they had a beach with some chairs for me to sit on instead.      I went back into town to grab something cold to drink before taking their suggestion.

In the meantime, a manic neighbour came in.  Nice guy, but very ‘in your face’.  Ver open about his situation and I couldn’t help but be a touch paranoid about my stuff.  He was smoking and volunteered the fact that he was going to die from Hep C before the smoking could possibly do him in.   And that he picked it up from running with a biker gang and injecting cocaine.  And that he would be around, but needed to find an AA meeting before calling it a night and heading back out towards Halifax.

I guess he was clean and sober – I also didn’t have to worry about my stuff.  He had finally settled his divorce and freed up his money.  His car was full of new stuff he just bought – laptop, DSLR camera, etc.  Hard not to judge, another lesson learned, I suppose.

Left him on his own and went to the beach – Just some gravel next to the stream, but nice to hear the running water while napping.

Brought my stuff up to date, figured out a few spots to go to – Kouchi National Park, Fundy National Park and was told to attempt PEI sooner rather than later in case winds closed it.   Some sort of plan in place, I called it a night and planned to call Atlantic Motorsport in the morning to sort out the sprocket for Mendy.