Dashing home from a week of meetings, sliding in by 7pm, time to
unpack, do laundry, repack and take care of some work deliverables, so
that at 6am I’m on my way to our favourite place on Grand
Manan.
We transited Halifax, which is still digging out from 30cm (a foot) of
snow.
And clambered onto the Beechcraft
18-seater for the flight to Saint
John — big sunset, small plane.
An hour south of Saint John, we grabbed supplies in Blacks Harbour, and
made the 5:30pm ferry — arriving on the island at 7pm, to a fully
working (and warm!) house (but no Internet — hence the delay in
posting this).