The golden stained cornstalks bow in the wind, progressively reflecting upon one another in softly shifting corridors that sweep across the field with the dancing melody of the imperceptible gusts. There is a chance of rain. Autumn is coming.

We’ve at last determined to boost our hitherto mute peregrinations. We intend to travel eastward to the maritime provinces.  To Prince Edward Island and Nova Scotia (passing through New Brunswick). Each of the provinces gives the impression of being an island separated by the Bay of Fundy and the Northumberland Strait. There are places like Peticodiac, Shediac, Fox Harbour, Tatamagouche, Brackley Beach and Cavendish.

Our objective is to indulge ourselves in the notoriously pleasant road trip to and through the coastal provinces. For me it is but another reminder of the compelling history of travel we have together. Invariably we have been able to translate whatever location we’ve frequented to a memorable adventure. The planning – from stops at grand inner city hotels or moderate highway Holiday Inns – is on this occasion highlighted by the need for Supercharging stations for our fully electric vehicle. We accordingly fashion the tour as one of experimentation and investigation. Unquestionably it is part of the evolving experience with an electric car. So far the domestic usage and circumstances have proven ideal. I am quite certain I shall never return to fuel-driven cars. I say this – for those who might care to know – not only because of the competition between fossil fuels and solar energy but also because of the driving sensation itself.  I have for example now adopted without hesitation the “one-pedal” manipulation.  It is to my mind more expedient and more accurate. Naturally on the longer 4-lane highways I often trigger the Super Cruise feature which automates the drive. But if one submits to the urge to have control of the drive, then it’s back to me alone.

It was too long ago that I first acquainted myself with Nova Scotia while attending university there in Halifax. I do of course have many fond memories.  There are still people there whom I faithfully recall. But I recognize there is little reason or need to reattach myself to those now unmoored sentiments – as favourable and as determinative as they were. In the result we’ll continue to prosecute our journey in customary singular manner. Though we have mentioned to one couple – whom we coincidentally met on the shore of the North Atlantic Ocean on Hilton Head Island about a decade ago – that we’d love to have lunch one day!