My apologies in advance for what will be a photo-heavy post; you know I just can’t help myself when it comes to a camera. Thank God for digital. Okay, here we go. Our annual trip to PEI.
The kids and Mia on the Caribou-Wood Islands ferry:
Charlotte striking a pose at the gorgeous Greenwich National Park:
One of the wild roses that line the trails at the park:
Anna and Charlotte on the beach at Greenwich National Park. Check out the sand dunes, which are at least twelve feet high:
Naufrage Harbour:
Lobster traps:
And fishing boats:
Here’s Charlotte at a quiet little beach on the north shore:
And Foster and Mia on the same beach:
This is the lighthouse at East Point, which was built in 1867:
Mia loving/hating the beach:
Ripply sand, just because it’s my camera and I can shoot whatever I want:
A snail:
Charlotte and a starfish:
Wool spindles at the awesome MacAusland’s Woolen Mills in Bloomfield:
Some old spinning machinery:
Another neat machine that plies the spun wool, I think. And look! A black rotary phone on the post:
Here’s Foster watching a snail:
As the tide was coming in one morning, the kids and I engaged in some super-high tech time lapse photography. Here they are, with Jam:
And here they are exactly ten minutes later (I’ll spare you all the photos taken at one minute intervals in between. And don’t ask me what happened to Jam. I think she got bored and wandered off.):
A crab shell, because why not?:
Mia in glistening evening light:
The obligatory sunset shot:
Here are the kids at Port la Joye/Fort Amherst:
And the lighthouse behind them:
A nice view from Fort Amherst:
The kids and Mia trying to distract me from the view:
A shiny shell:
An egg case, probably from a dogfish, which is a type of shark, so let’s say I wrestled this from a shark:
Bumpy clouds:
Foster after swimming in the ocean:
Anna and Charlotte also after swimming in the ocean:
Foster against the cliffs, which are blazing orange in the evening light:
Foster and Anna:
A purple jellyfish:
One of my better attempts at drive-by photography:
Everyone who knows me knows my love for PEI knows no bounds and I’m happy to report the kids are getting there too. Every year they’re a little more reluctant to leave and look a little more longingly at houses for sale, saying, “We could live there, right?” Hear me cackling and rubbing my hands together? My plan is working.