My Chances of Surviving a Zombie Apocalypse

31%

Hmm. Considering this is an obvious and pressing issue in Canadian society, I think I'm in trouble.

Time to buy that machete.

Tab 14: Home Again

"Why is there a giant mastodon on that ridge?"

-Marco, passing a giant mastodon, on "Mastodon Ridge", outside of Truro

Not a whole lot to report in the way of interesting travels today. Of course, a lack of interesting news shall not keep me from the blog.

After an excellent breakfast at the B&B (where today, they told us they were in town yesterday for eye appointments instead of because the baby ate peanut butter...) we headed off to the Truro farmer's market.

The market was surprisingly good. Lots of fresh vegetables (I bought a large bag of excellent green peas), beautiful flowers,

and a ton of crafts. We bought some interesting handmade soap as well, which contains coffee and sand to help remove oil and odours from the hand... I presume it makes your hand smell oily and like coffee instead of whatever it smelled like before.

After spending about 8 seconds perusing the entire downtown shopping area of Truro, we got in the car and drove to the airport.

Car was returned, got our boarding passes, luggage was checked. We had some serious reservations about checking Little Blue Laundry Bag, considering he's not luggage but merely outerwear for sleeping bags. He's not designed for the perils of air travel as there is but a thin nylon barrier between its contents and the seedy underworld of checked baggage. We only put things in Little Blue that we didn't care about, in preparation for the worst.

Imagine our relief at the Toronto airport when this happened at baggage claim...

A good end to a great vacation.

Because we are uber-machines, we have already unpacked, washed everything, and re-packed in preparation for our next trip... to Ottawa tomorrow. See you for regularly scheduled blogging in the near future.