An old African proverb proved true today:
When you plan a journey,
It belongs to you
When you begin a journey
You belong to it.
From today on, I feel I belong to the Island Walk.
I covered 11.6mi (18.5 km) on what seemed like a perfect day: temperature between mid-50s and mid-60s, light backpack (am still in shuttle mode), flat, no way to get lost, and only one mosquito attacked me (and s/he paid the ultimate price).
I walked entirely on what’s known as PEI’s Confederation Trail, a former railway track that tended to be straight as an arrow for miles on end. PEI bought the right-if-way in the 1990s and the 470-km recreational rail trail was born. The tracks were removed and stone dust was placed over the traditional railway crushed rock ballast, giving a surface suitable for walking/ running, and biking. Although well drained, marshes run along the sides where mosquitoes breed. Beyond the narrow marshes are agricultural lands: mostly potatoes and corn.
Every few kilometers, a bench or picnic table present a welcoming sight. I included a picture of the Linkletter mega farm whose owners, now 7th generation farmers tend to over 500 acres much of which planted with potatoes—their storage structures were most impressive.
The last few pics are of the Warm House B&B located adjacent to a local cemetery and where I’m staying for 2 nights. Noteworthy is the picture of a sidewalk, which you’ll only find on one side of the street—I’m guessing as a cost cutting measure.
