After getting back to Cape Breton by way of the Blue Puttees ferry, I drove as far as Truro, Nova Scotia before getting a room for the night at the Tidal Bore Inn. After a few hours of sleep, and a bit of an explore around the hotel, I got back on the road and made it home by sundown.
The drive through New Brunswick was quite nice. This time I chose the Appalachian route over the Acadian Coast. It rained off and on, and the mountains were covered in a layer of mist. During this drive I tried to figure out what I learned along this trip. One thing I learned is that I have a deeper affection for people than I’d like to think. I often like to tout myself as a part-time misanthropist, but I found that my happiness waxes and wanes with social interaction. I guess I have just become accustomed to avoiding people as a form of self-defense.
I also discovered that no matter where I go, I seem to take the same photos as if I had stayed at home. How this second revelation will affect my photography remains to be seen. And on the topic of photography, despite schlepping a variety of lenses with me, I only shot with a 50mm (on my K1000, black and white film), a 35mm (on my F100, Portra 400 film), and the fixed lens X100T (35mm full frame equivalent). The Instax printer proved to be a valuable tool for making friends and people smile. I was a bit dubious of its affect, but it really is a door opener.
What’s left now is to mail off my rolls of film to be developed, have my car’s windscreen replaced, and take some time to reflect on this road trip that spanned over 6500km and six provinces.