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We were in Prince Edward Island, the home of one of our favorite literary heroes: Anne of Green Gables.
That morning, we had eaten our fill of the bed-and-breakfast’s delectable spread and made plans to visit the White Sands Hotel (which features prominently in the Avonlea stories). We thought we might walk there for an early lunch, so we finished our breakfast and headed to the concierge.
White - Sands - Hotel
“How far is it to the White Sands Hotel?” we asked.
“Oh! It’s not too far,” answered the kind Canadian concierge, “Just four kilometers or so.”
Hanger - Face - Footsteps
Then, it came: hanger. My face was hot, and my footsteps were heavy.
We were well fed and ready for a jaunt, so four kilometers sounded like nothing. The concierge pointed us in the right direction, and we set off.
June - Wildflowers - Ditch - Sky - Day
Oh, it was beautiful. It was June, and wildflowers were thick in every ditch. The sky was blue that day, but it was never too warm. The air that day was cool and pungent, with the fragrance of burgeoning life in every nook and cranny of the earth. We chatted and chirped as we marched on our way, taking in the fresh loveliness of it all.
We were having such a good time that we hardly bothered to wonder how long we had been walking, when suddenly it occurred to us that we’d been on our feet for quite some time.
People - Trail - Turn
We stopped the next people we passed on the trail and asked if we’d missed the turn.
“Oh, no!” said the wife. “It’s about four kilometers up that way,” her husband added. We thanked them and kept walking.
Kilometers - Kilometers
Four kilometers to go? It was only supposed to be four kilometers total!
At least we had a beautiful view, Sarah remarked. And she was right . . . for a while.
Minutes - Trail
Ten minutes later the trail disappeared, and we...
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