This past weekend the gods finally answered my inward pleas for a reprieve in the form of a ridiculously low rental car rate. As I possessed myself of long distance mobility, which I have come to realize is science's greatest gift to humanity (a bit of an oxymoron, I'm sure some will think), I wracked my brains for ways to properly use this awesome machine. And then it came to me in a flash: Of course!! MINI BREAK!
Anyone who grew up near an ocean will tell you that if you remove yourself from the seashore, it won't be long until you begin to pine for waves. And pine I do. It was to be a gorgeous weekend- sunny and hot, so Saturday morning found me speeding off, picinic dinner, overnight bag, and camera gear in tow, to the splendiferously gorgeous Fundy Coast. Just me, myself and I. Fabulous.
My goal was to be incommunicado from all but those who share my understanding of an 'emergency' (ie- not being able to find the tea-lights does not qualify), and incommunicado I was. This was greatly facilitated by the fact that there is no (I repeat, NO) cellular signal along much of the Fundy Coast, which means even if you were calling, I couldn't know, and therefore couldn't feel guilty about ignoring you (I gave the number of the B&B I was staying at to those few who fell into the above noted category). Brilliant!
So I got to the B&B and hunkered down for an afternoon with the sun, the sound of the waves, my book, and a ridiculously luxurious nap. 'Twas heaven. My picinic dinner was scrumptuous, and then it was off to bed. In the morning, I awoke to the smell of frying bacon. You really can't beat a B&B for breakfast... especially a rural B&B. Bacon, eggs, toast, fresh muffins, fresh fruit, OJ, and a gallon of fresh coffee. Yum.
Once I had refueled, I proceeded to spend the rest of the day meandering my way along the coast. Part of the route I took is aptly labelled "The Scenic Route", which always makes me chuckle because, in my family, this was synonymous with "the looooooong way" and was universally loathed by all under-20's. Ah, how times change...
So it took me roughly 7 hours to complete what should... scratch that... could have been a 2 1/2 hour drive. It was marvelous. I stopped wherever the spirit moved me., which ended up including Mary's Point (see pic to the right), Cape Enrage (above) , St. Martin's (top), and Sussex Corner (below). Unfortunately, my pics are not ready yet, so I've had to turn to google image for illustrative assistance, but suffice it to say that it was gorgeous, and quite relaxing to be out of the city and away from my life, which has been unduly stressful of late. Just what the proverbial doctor ordered, I think.
Now it's back to the grind, and more of the same. But that's ok. Although I wish I had had more time and more money to continue my reprieve, I am rejuvenated for the time being. I highly recommend the solo mini break as a means to recharge batteries. It was incomprehensibly wonderful not to have anyone to answer to for anything. Even if it was only for a brief moment in time.
So... what did you all do this past weekend??