The hotel rattled all night as hurricane Dorian beat down upon it. The power was still out and there was no running water in the morning when we awoke. After heading into the dining hall for a continental breakfast we packed our things and took to the roads.
Dorian had left a path of destruction. Trees were uprooted everywhere, many of them still laying across parts of the roads despite clean up crews going around frantically trying to clean up the mess.
It was wild seeing strong trees with thick trunks snapped like they were a mere twig. The power of the raging winds truly were astounding.
With the hurricane having moved into the Gulf of Saint Lawrence by the morning, the ocean waters north of the island were wild and raging. Wanting to catch a closer look at the ferocious sea we took a coastal drive along the waters edge.
We were trying to figure out what to do with our day as many of the shops were closed. After some humming and hawing we set off to Charlottetown where we checked out a local dog park.
Having burned off some of Winnie’s energy we took to the town where we admired a variety of attractions before grabbing a poutine for dinner down by the docks.
Having inhaled the delicious meal before us, we walked our way along the harbor as the sun set in the distance. It was a nice way to end our exploring in the city.
Having found a campsite 30 minutes east, we began the annoying process of setting our tent up in the windy weather. The two of us tackled the tough process of pitching our tent and building a sort of wind protection around it together. It’s days like these I’m reminded that Jenn’s a keeper. We were successful at setting everything up and crawled inside at last. The windy evening finally came to its close.
