There is a lot of signage where I’m traveling right now.
The one that blew me away had images like the above, but thoughtfully added how many moose/vehicle collisions happened in that area last year. Six hundred and sixty.
We had moose whistles on the front of the car. They are supposed to act as a deterrent, something about the sound makes the moose want to leave the area. I was skeptical, but people, I did not see one single freaking moose. Perhaps all the eyes closed in prayer had something to do with the lack of sightings. Or maybe it was because the moose population was reduced by 660.
But the scenery on the west coast of the island? Breath-taking. I’ve seen images of the area, but the conditions were so special. The clouds seemed to be weeping down from the tops of the mountains. Backlight by sunshine. This is what Joe Pennant would call a money shot. I really wanted to ask for a wee stop to take some pictures, but was saving all of my stops for things like bodily functions. I dubbed Rye the Pee Warden after I was informed that Pee stops only happened when he needed to go. It’s a little strange traveling with other people. You really don’t want to piss them off. Pardon the pun.
