Playing on the Shores of Prince Edward Island
My husband, David, our daughters, Kayla and Rebecca, and I moved to Saskatchewan in 2010 when Dave became an RCMP member. We’ve been back to visit P.E.I. every year; this particular trip took place in July 2012.
As we flew in, we saw the beautiful landscape that made me think God had been busy making a quilt all winter. I smiled with all my heart when I saw the red cliffs, for I knew I was home.
When we got off the plane, I had a picture in my mind that family members would be there to meet us at the arrival gate. To my surprise they weren’t; we eventually found them around the corner in the next area having a great old time, as only Islanders can do. We Prince Edward Islanders certainly have a gift for the gab! We also give the best hugs and my family and I received many in those first few minutes. Happy tears were shed.
Over the next few weeks, we spent most of our time near or in the ocean, usually at Cedar Dunes Provincial Park or the Campbellton shore beach. When you grow up with the ocean being a part of your life, it feels great to be near it again and have your soul restored by it. I stood at the water’s edge and dipped my toes in upon each visit. Closing my eyes, I listened to the lap of waves and took the deepest of breaths to smell the ocean air—wish that smell could be bottled! The Prairies have the beauty of the golden fields, but when you love the ocean, you sure do miss being less than ten minutes away from it, as you are living on Prince Edward Island.
We ate like there was no tomorrow while on the gentle island. We enjoyed mainly fresh seafood, as it was hard to come by in Saskatchewan. We had lobster (or monsters, as Rebecca used to call them), mussels, clams and P.E.I. potatoes, all served with a big dish of butter. Of course, no trip to P.E.I. would be complete without going to the G & E Restaurant in O’Leary for a plate of “fries with the works.” For those of you who don’t know what FWW is, it includes a base of fries and then a layer of hamburger, gravy and peas. I know what you are thinking, but don’t knock it till you try it. It is divine!
Turns out we planned our trip well, as we were home in time for the annual Potato Blossom Festival. We attended a few of the events and received many hugs from people we hadn’t seen in a while. Going to the local Co-op in O’Leary took me twice as long as going to the Co-op back west—yes, we Islanders love to talk! I loved every moment, though.