Travel Log and Missing Persons

Travel Log for the Long Weekend: Friday - Saturday: Grand Manan with M & S -- lots of chat, food and fellowship. Thank you guys! Good to be back on the island again. An island adventure it was, and I believe the ferry is named the adventure as well. Saturday evening, off the boat at 9 pm at Black's Harbour, and on to St. Martins, Century Farm Campground. Thanks for taking weary travelers in at 10:30 pm. We won't make a habit of it. Sunday was our 34th wedding anniversary. Beautiful sunny day (the whole weekend was)...read, walked, and A & C came and visited for the afternoon. Monday morning took us towards Sussex and Snider Mountain Ranch where we spent the afternoon there, and found ourselves on an adventure through the woods with a bunch of people -- trucks and fourwheelers, down hill and dale, through forest til we made it to a falls in the woods. Doug and I sat by the falls and wondered, "how did we get here?" Nomadic adventures. Toured the ranch again, many suggestions made to the owner, who pointed out our RV site whenever we want to come and visit (and work). On the road again Sunday as the sun got low in the sky. Made it to Sheffield and felt gant, so stopped at Casey's Restaurant and antique shop. We ordered and were enjoying our fare, when in walked friends, F & R, who had been at their RV on Grand Lake, and noticed our noticeable RV (R said, 'No one else in North America has a truck like that'). That's for sure. They ate with us, paid for our meal, and we backtracked to Douglas Harbour with them, in their halfton. Halfton adventures, plus a golden retriever. Douglas in Douglas Harbour. Walked through their house, then down to the shore to their RV, where they have room for us, they said. Another place to live. We finally made it home after 9 pm, and I relished in the campground that we live in, what with the tall pines and environmental pleasures. Funny how you come back home and wonder why you left in the first place. Wanderers have to wander -- it's in the blood. Now to tonight's adventure -- I walked Sunset Drive and on to Main Street, where Max picked me up in her car. Doug was at Jed's, as Granny went to choir. I was going to meet him there, but needed my exercise, thus the walking. Max and I got there, and Jed was trying to put his car keys in our CRV (another RV we own, although like a car). Doug was missing. Me: "What are you doing?" Jed: "Tryin' to figure out what's going on." Wanted to move the car into the garage. Mom is missing (she's at choir), Doug is missing. Jed said he was out back, but Max and I searched -- no Doug. But a missing lawn tractor. HMMM...mystery -- battery on ground, battery cables, no tractor, no Doug. I searched all over -- out to Jed & Granny's RV, downstairs, upstairs, over to the neighbour's house, thinking perhaps he went for a drive on their Spyder motorcycle. Called him on the phone a couple of times. No answer. Hmmm...Max and I decided just to relax and drink tea on the new deck. Max got Jed settled on the couch and propped his pillows for him, for he was a bit confused as to where everyone is, plus all the vehicles in the yard. Plus, 'where's Doug?' I began to wonder, but didn't want to panic, so decided to relax. After 45 minutes of chatting, I decided to phone his cell again. No answer. Across the street I trotted to the Spyder people. No idea, he said. Just got home. Hard to say where Doug is, he said. You're right about that, I thought. Back home...called Michel up the street and left a message on their phone. Tryed Jay & Holly's number. No answer. Phone finally answered -- it was Doug. Where are you? I'm home, he answered. How did you get home? I asked. I drove, he replied....down Bird Avenue, down Fulton, right on Fraser, left on Cherry, down Winter Street, onto MacFarlane, over the bridge, on to the walking trail and up Sunset Drive walking trail -- 4 kms....on a lawn tractor. Passing people -- some happy, some quite annoyed that a middle-aged man would be driving a lawn tractor on the walking trail. He couldn't hear my calls because of the noise of the tractor. He was afraid to turn it off in case it didn't start again. It was Jed's tractor and he was trying to get it running, and thought he could call me and tell me where he was. Alas, I was walking down the road, probably parallel to him as he was going the opposite way on a lawn tractor. And since he was home, why not mow our lawn? While his wife is thinking he's been attacked by wild dogs or something. Unreal. But yes, another nomadic adventure for two people still in love. It's a wonder.