Location: Peatbog, Hwy's 4 & 114 Nova Scotia
Distance Travelled: 21 km (151 km)
"Lucky 13"
Here's the joke, My brother-in-law Jeff spent some time in Halifax and he thought it was hilarious that I kept getting called Jeff because people always forgot his name and thought he was Greg... I FOUND HIM!!! HAHAHA
Betts Dornan; I wasn't more than 2 klicks from the bridge when a nice lady stopped me and invited me inside for a cold drink & sandwich. We talked and I found that she and her husband once lived on the base in Trenton, right next door to my home town in Ontario. During the meal she helped me out of my "jam" with dwindling groceries and she gave me a crystal that her husband brought back from south america. She said that as long as it Have that, I'll always remember that I will have someone watching over me and praying for my safe journey. I can't think of a sweeter act of kindness any stranger can do for another. Thank you Betts.
Later on, I picked up 2 travellers who wanted to come along and wouldn't take "no" for an answer. They're twins, and they do nothing but complain. They bitch & chew and will never get along with anyone. They seriously slowed me down. Their names are Left & Right "Baby Toe" Blisters. I had to stop twice because of the pain. I guess my mistake was tying my shoes too tight.
So I've just now stepped out of the Masstown market and camped in a dead peat bog located inside the on/off ramp for highway 114. This market is quite a find. It's like... 15 km of nothing in all directions, then suddenly... a busy, bustling, fresh food/bakery/restaurant/greenhouse just pops up out of nowhere. Oh, and it has public internet access, when it works. There was one of the employee's out side um... waiting, that's right; she was waiting for a ride home. Her name was Charlotte (same as my youngest sister) and she told me that I looked just like a guy she knew named Jeff.
Now, for years, YEARS, people have been mistaking me for a Jeff and now I've found one with my face. It would only be poetic justice if he was always being called Greg, and I would like that just fine.
Well, to wind it down, my Grandmother would just flip if she had access to this little patch of peat... give her a shovel and a mulcher and the next thing you know, there's going to be a big whole where I'm sitting right now, and a new forest, freshly planted in her back yard.
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Friar Greg
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