Visiting Prince Edward Island on Your Next Road Trip

Although I suppose it's technically illegal, I foundearth and wonderful wildflowers, but tidy-looking
several places in Canada's Atlantic Provinces where Ihouses and villages, pampered farmland that grows
camped overnight right along the coastline. I waspotatoes, alfalfa and scrumptious strawberries!
away from towns and homes, and made no mess orYou-pick is common here, and I picked and ate many
disturbance, of course. Quiet, picturesque. Free. And Iboxes of strawberries. They were small, red all the
wasn't bothered at all; folks didn't even honk theirway through, and exquisitely sweet-flavor that I
horns as they cruised by. One of my favorite placeshadn't found at the market for many a year. And
was in sight of Confederation Bridge, which is theP.E.I. was green everywhere! I'd never seen so much
9-mile long connection between mainland Canada andgreen in my life.
the Province of Prince Edward Island. I stopped nearSelecting a small, unmarked road at random, I turned
the bridge on the New Brunswick side and did someonto it, in search of one of the hundreds of tiny
casual beachcombing (with practically no waves, notnatural harbors all along the edges of the island. I
a whole lot washes ashore). I read some, and wrotewanted picturesque views of a quaint little fishing
in my journal. In the evening, I dragged out myport. The road led me a mile from the highway, right
camera and tripod because the prospects for ato the dock. Dozens of lobster boats were coming
spectacular sunset were good. No filters wereback, having disturbed as many boondocking tourists
needed as the lowering sun turned the clouds orange,as they could. Talking with one lobsterman, he said
red and crimson. It was one of the few times I'vethat he had 300 traps. Current prices paid him from
used a 400mm lens for a sunset shot, but the mostCDN. $5.50 to $6.50 per pound. The daily catch varied
intense colors were in a small area, so the longfrom 100 to 1000 pounds. All the lobstermen I talked
telephoto lens was the right choice.to complained about the difficulty in making a living
Early in the morning I drove across the bridge tobecause of interference by the government.
Prince Edward Island. The crossing was free!During one conversation, I talked to a retired
However, the return trip would cost a bundle (2008government fisheries inspector who said that
fees are $41.50 for the first two axles and $6.75 forover-harvesting had killed off one of the best cod
each additional axle), but P.E.I. is worth it!fisheries in the world, and if the fishermen weren't
At nine miles, Confederation Bridge is the world'scareful, they'd do the same with lobstering. Then he
longest bridge over ice-covered sea water (in winteradded, "Besides, even though they complain all the
only). Once on the island I drove straight totime, them lobstermen all live in real nice houses and
Charlottetown, the provincial capital. It's a lovely oldbuy new pickups every year or two. Do the math."
city, with multi-story red brick buildings indicating aMath was never a favorite subject of mine, and
definite absence of earthquake activity. I was raisedbesides, such complications are commonplace when it
in California and notice such things.comes to harvesting nature's bounty. Currently living
The folks at the visitor center were quite helpful, soin the Pacific Northwest-where we had our own
off I went in search of the real P.E.I. But first, I hadsimilar problems-I made no judgments, and after
to get some propane for my travel trailer. It was notanother hour of poking around, I drove off.
that easy to do in eastern Canada because theyLobster fishing is among the few industries on Prince
didn't use the same propane "fill-up" valve connectorsEdward Island; I'd been following the coastline as
that we did in the states. So I had to track down amuch as possible and photographing many of the
propane distributor who had the parts to make thetiny, natural harbors that served as bases for the
right conversion. That took an hour going from onefishing boats. It was time for a lobster dinner. Hah! At
gas station to another. Finally, I found a place where,a very modest cafe, the cheapest meal featuring
with considerable searching through the parts bin, thelobster cost more than $20.00, and contained only 2
man was able to come up with half of what wasto 3 ounces of meat (at the store, lobster was
needed. He sent me to a building supply store for theselling at CDN. $45.00 per pound). And I was only
rest. Overall it was a pain to search out severalfifty feet from the boats that trapped the creepy,
stores in a strange city while pulling a trailer. Forcrawly crustaceans! One night I made the mistake of
starters, where do you park at each of them?boondocking at a picturesque fishing port. Lobster
When all was said and done, the whole thing costfishermen and women start work really early. I didn't
less than Cdn. $40.00 (the man charged no moremake that mistake again.
than a few dollars for all the time he spent puttingConsidering that I'd been following the water's
the pieces together). It was another example of theshoreline practically from the time I entered Quebec
honest, friendly and helpful eastern Canadians withand the Maritimes, I had seen very few coastal birds,
whom I'd come into contact.such as seagulls. There seemed to be few dead
Leaving Charlottetown, I immediately entered thethings that washed up along the shore. Perhaps that
rich-looking red-earth farmland that makes up muchwas the reason. Yet, there were many fishing ports
of P.E.I. But it wasn't just the red soil that contributedand canneries. Shouldn't that attract scavenging
to the overall beauty. There were lupines by the tensseagulls? Apparently not.
of thousands. The only lupines I'd seen in the farTurning into a corner gas station out in the middle of
west were the short, blue variety with whitenowhere, I had to do a figure 8 in order to get my
markings. In the Maritimes, it was different. Especiallyfuel filler next to an open pump. After coming to a
on P.E.I., where they were long-stemmed and ofstop, I got out of my pickup. From a group of
many and varied colors, and happened to make theirobviously "dedicated" bicyclists sitting around drinking
homes alongside the highways. It really added to mycold beer, one red-headed man smiled and said, "I
driving enjoyment.give you eight and a half points out of ten for that
With the recently acquired provincial map in hand, Imaneuver." I responded by saying that I only needed
continued my counter-clockwise circling of the island,seven points in order to get my driver's license.
taking every paved road that indicated it might be atAt Malpeque I got some good photos of the boats
the water's edge. As my first evening on the islandand the harbor, and struck up a conversation with
approached, I headed down a dirt road that wenttwo old-timer fishermen. Like many others among
right to the end of a small peninsula. Finding a placethe island's fishing community, they were of Irish
with good views of the ocean on three sides, IScottish background. No wonder they were so
waited for what promised to be another lovelyfriendly; the Irish and Scots are among the friendliest
sunset. Just a few clouds were in the western skypeople on earth.
to mute the harshness of the sun and lend severalCompleting my circle of the island, I paid the toll
varieties of pink to the clouds and the bay.(gulp) and crossed the bridge to New Brunswick.
Comfortable in my silent sleeping sanctuary, I wasPrince Edward Island is small (only 2144 square miles),
awakened at the un-godly hour of "fourish" in theyet it has an extensive and rugged coastline.
A.M. by what sounded like dozens of insects buzzingNumerous towns have RV parks or campgrounds,
loudly, yet far away. Rising to my elbow to look outand there are the provincial parks as well. With short
into the darkness, I saw their lights. Still half asleep, Itravel distances, finding suitable camp sites should not
decided they were nothing more than giganticbe a problem. As always, selecting one early in the
fireflies. But at 4 A.M. my curiosity was exceededday is better than waiting until dusk, especially on
only by my desire to get back to sleep. At the greyweekends.
light of pre-dawn I was again awakened by theIf you like small fishing villages, a rocky coast, lovely
buzzing, so I got up. There must have been fiftypastoral scenery and friendly people, P.E.I. should be
small outboard-motor-driven lobster boats noisilyon your list of Atlantic Provinces worth visiting. Plus,
checking their traps.summer brings the best strawberries ever.
Prince Edward Island not only has rich-looking red