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siLence and haze

 We have dubbed this trip our "road apples" adventure - an ode to the tragically hip and a small nod to a situation that happened on our way to cape breton.  We left home on the 11th, I think, and drove to Laval to see friends, stayed in drummondville and then continued on to Oromocto and then to Halifax.  I'm learning that I'm older than I think I am - and had to make a 30 minute sleep stop on our drive through New Brunswick.  Once in Halifax we visited with family and friends, enjoying the connections and the later sleeps, and then moved on to Cape Breton.

The drive there was dicey.  I was tired and he "felt pressure" but couldn't use the toilet before we left, despite putting off our departure time by more than an hour.  Things changed after Truro, and necessitated a stop at a car park, an unloading of his lift, and some road apples being dropped by a dumpster behind a truck.  Two narrow misses being seen - but a friendly chat with a local after making it look like we were stretching and having the dog relieve herself hid everything.  We hope.

Our days in Cape Breton were quiet - we had breakfast and then headed up to mom's or the hospital to see mom - and basically went between the house and the hospital for our days there.  As we left, mom was feeling strong and confident post-procedure and is awaiting her next one to remove her gall bladder.   We continued on to Newfoundland.

Gros Morne is an enigma of a park.  Gorgeous, but photos don't capture it's beauty.  Silent, and covered in a haze, with birds interrupting as you hike.  Right now, I'm on the deck of the inn, watching the bay lap against the rocks, listening to the loon call and nothing else, while I sip coffee, blog, and try to settle my puppy.  I love it here - the curves of the fjords, the silence and enormity of it all - and the absolute lack of commercialism to be found.    

This trip was meant for my mental health.  It's come, in waves.  I'm still grieving and resentful of losing what I've lose - and I'm still probably depressed and exhausted.  But ti's been nice to get away and to forget what we're dealing with.  Bob's had a few rages - mostly when told no to something - and I've commented on his toddler like behaviour - and we talk to the neuropsychiatrist in a few days.

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