May 29

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One province down, seven more to go.

It’s a little after 5 o’clock and Matt, Tom and I have finally conquered Nova Scotia and are slowly trudging our way through New Brunswick. The day has been beautiful and sunny with a generous serving of wind, which has caused Matt a good deal of discontent. Although, it is difficult not to think that the wind has conspired to keep us in the maritimes because its been blowing directly at us since the moment we left Dartmouth with little indication of giving up. On the other hand, the truck is doing well considering it is one of the least aerodynamic vehicles on the road. Unfortunately the Trooper is sucking back the gas like I suck back beer… quickly. Very, very quickly. Hopefully a less windy province will help with our gas efficiency.

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Alright, it’s five minutes to nine and Matt, Tom and I have arrived at our first campsite, Mactaquac (or smackacack as I like to call it), in New Brunswick. We almost didn’t make it since that lying slut Matt calls GPS almost got us lost. Fortunately a good old fashioned human being helped us find our way.

Since we arrived too late to buy firewood Matt is trying to make a fire out of the wood he stole from some of the ‘abandoned’ campsites. It’s not going so well. At least the smoke is keeping the bugs away. And I am happily sitting here at the picnic table watching him slave away (just the way I like it), drinking Propeller Beer and eating veggies and dip. So far this trip is awesome.

For some fun, here is a recent conversation between Matt and I:

Charity: What can I write in my blog about today?
Matt: That we drove here.

So, we drove here and that’s about it so far. All I can really say is that the truck is working well, Tom loves riding in his super bed that Matt built in the back of the truck and Matt and I haven’t strangled each other yet. Go us.

Oh. And also, I already have a million mosquito bites.