Day Fifty Seven
Lori sipped her coffee in the early morning sun as she slowly walked along the exposed beach, stepping over shells and washed up kelp as she went. There was a full moon to the west, it’s glow faded by the light of the sun as it was chased from the sky. The morning was still and the bay laid in a sleepy state. Today was to be the last sunny day for her visit on Prince Edward Island. The weather reports are calling for rain for the next six days, and she was not going to loose this opportunity to walk the beach on a sunrise with clear skies.
Her arrival to the island yesterday had rejuvenated her sense of wonder, she felt like a young girl again looking through the window of her parents car as they passed unknown places yet to be explored. There is so much to see in such little time, she mused to herself; how could she possibly get it all in? She finished her last sip of coffee, and head back her RV for a refill, and, prepare for the day.
PEI was broken out into four quadrants, similar to a compass. She was camped in the southern quadrant of Red Sands Shores, close to Charlottetown. She decided her journey will take her east, to Points East. First stop was a one hour drive to the Greenwich Beach, and Boardwalk, close to the town of St. Peter’s. The day was turning into a warm one, and the interior of the truck was beginning to heat up. She flicked on the air conditioning, set her GPS for St. Peter’s, and headed out.
She arrived at St. Peter’s around eleven, and pulled into the local visitors centre for a break. During her visit, she learned that the Greenwich Boardwalk was closed for the day. Of all the sights to pick, she thought, I had to pick the one that was closed. The attendant of the centre informed her that the Greenwich Beach was still open, Lori thanked the lady for the information and left. Across the street from the centre, she spied a few local artisans stores, and headed on over for a peek before heading to the beach.
The beach was a short drive leading to the point of St. Peter’s bay where the provincial park had turned the area into a beautiful interpretive centre with long boardwalks to stroll along. The beach access was down the north boardwalk, she packed up her stuff and headed towards the beach.
The beach was very picturesque, soft brown sand with rolling waves lapping onto it. A fishing trolly was visible in the distance slowly moving away. The cool breeze coming off the ocean was refreshing to the hot days sun. Families had their blankets splayed out in the sand, and were daring each other as to who would go into the water first. She walked along the shoreline looking for oddities that may have washed up. After an hour, she decided it was time to say goodbye to the beach, and head towards Souris.
Souris was thirty minutes northeast of St. Peter’s. At the entrance of the town, a local artisans strip was placed along the beach, she stopped for a break and a quick visit to the stores. Across the street was a food truck set up with some lovely picnic tables overlooking the bay. She ordered a small lunch, and enjoyed the scenery while she ate.
After lunch, she spied a lighthouse located on the north end of Souris open to tourists. The lighthouse was located on a hill above the ferry that runs between Souris and Lies-de-la-Madeleine islands. Much to her surprise, the entire light house was accessible to her. She climbed into the beacon room for a 360 degree view of the area. After climbing back down, she headed over to the gift shop for a little viewing of that. The day was beginning to slip by and she knew it was time to return home to rescue the puppies from their day of slumber.
Wonderful photos, we loved Souris
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