Running on Empty
When I left Summerside, my intention was to ride around the coast. I chose my motel rather poorly, however, because they didn’t offer any type of breakfast. This put a kink in my plan…
The morning was hard for me. Without any food on board, I noticed a BIG difference in my decision making abilities. I slowly packed, unpacked, re-packed, loaded, unloaded, searched for missing items, unpacked to find, then repeat this whole ritual. I needed food because I was fading fast. I checked Google maps for options and finally set out about 90 minutes after I started my packing fiasco.
I must have gone up and down mainstreet four times before I decided to give up on the resaurant. I changed tactics and searched for a grocery store instead. On the way I saw an A&W and happily parked. A&W does a great bacon and eggs platter and that was EXACTLY what I needed!
Well holy pie! The place was just as much of a zoo as the fuel stop outside Riviere du Loup! I was about 6th in line. I can wait. I watched every bacon & egg platter go to either the wrong person, someone get a meal while their partner was missed, or some other fuckery. Everyone was ordering the same meal and bickering over which was theirs. When it was finally my turn, I opted for a sausage and egg breakfast sandwich instead. Not really what I wanted, but at least no one else was ordering so there would be no mistaking it as mine.
Still not enjoying any executive functioning, I stopped at the grocery store anyway. As I packed my Babybel cheese and my apples, I slowly started to come around. It’s funny how in the busy hub-ub of normal living I never really recognized how low my blood sugar gets in the morning. Bike trips open our eyes to so much more than just beautiful vistas.This is one more thing I’ve learned about myself. Jules doesn’t work on an empty tank, and neither do I.
I set Petunia and Gretta up to take me to the Anne of Green Gables site before checking out some coastal views, and eventually Charlottetown.





Super cool to see the same trunk in Anne’s house that I have at home!
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