Chapter 3 - Of Ferries and Frogs and Vegans oh my!

*** continued from previous post ***

When last we met our daring duo, sleep had descended on the famished pair as they hunkered, like suspicious lab-rats, in a small Canadian tourist town populated by high-strangeness and low expectations. And this, with the first Michelangelo-esque stirrings of the dawn-clad world, is where we pick up their story.

After a sweet night in the arms of Morpheus, (No, not the guy from the 'Matrix', that's just weird. The Greek God Morpheus. You know, the one that. . . aw forget it. I've bored myself), Mom and I awoke simultaneously at 5:00 in the AM. Remember, we'd collapsed about 9 PM the night before - did I mention we were tired? - so this was no surprise. Exhaustion will do that to you - give you the sleep-of-the-dead as a consolation prize for pushing your body far, far beyond its limits. Or, if the nocturnal sojourn is a little lighter, the nap-of-the-quite-seriously-ill. Possibly the doze-of-the-I-think-I'm-coming-down-with-a-bug'. Whatever. We were rested, refreshed, wondrously hungry, and blessedly suffering almost total amnesia concerning most of the unpleasantness of the previous day.

You know, much like the Bush Administration.

However, as charming as things appeared in dawn's early light, we were ready to beat a hasty retreat from "Casa de Whacked", and get back on the road. We, (I need another word for 'blind optimism'. Maybe 'foolhardy cheer'. 'Idiotic hope'. Hmmm . . . I'll figure something out.), anyway, we, in our blithering stupidity, convinced ourselves that what lie up the road had to be better than what lay behind us. So, time to throw our crap back on the bike, shake the mud off our boots, and get the hell out of Dodge.


*** the journey continues tomorrow ***