Its 8 a.m. on whatever day it is. Another wonderful buffet, this time full of my favorite breakfast items. They have every conceivable fruit, yogurt, cereal, egg styles, cakes, waffles, meats and more. The one thing missing is oatmeal. I asked the waitress for some. Just to give you a sense of how my French is progressing, she returned in a few minutes with a pot of hot milk.
The view from the terrace was everything it was billed to be; an expansive view of the St. Lawrence
with boats docked in the foreground, a laker passing through the channel and believe it or not, a patch, albeit a small one, of bright sky over the opposite shoreline. I see no whales. Maybe later when we catch the ferry.
I received this email last night from the ever-supportive Coach Murphy; "Try putting your wet clothes in a dryer. They have laundromats in Canada!! I thought you 2 guys were smart!! Go south next time!!"
I appreciative straight forward feedback from my colleagues. At this moment however, I'm feeling somewhat vulnerable. Another note like that one and I think I will cry.
We need to head out shortly. My jacket now weighs twice what it did previously. I now know what it means to carry extra water weight.
A big sign in the lobby points to the spa where there is a hot tub and where you can get a massage. This is torture as I'm trying to muster the courage to once again put on those drenched gloves and boots. Life can we so cruel.
A couple of deep breaths, a little lecture to myself..."I think I can, I think I can"... Ok, here we go, time to leave the warmth of this grand and crackling lobby fireplace. Oh, maybe one more minute. No George, get off your butt. Ok, ok, it's time. Sigh. It's tough being me.
We're off for Fort Kent. Have a warm and safe day dear readers.
G.
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