Many deliberations went into the planning of our New Brunswick trip. We don't have a vehicle that fits us all, so we knew that we would have to drive both the van and the truck. But when would we leave, who would drive what and for how long, would we drive through the night and on and on. We finally settled on a post-vigil mass start on the Saturday with Ben and I driving the truck (so that I could get him past Montreal) and Dave driving the van.
Shortly after Montreal, we left Ben, Joe and the two dogs at a gas station where they attempted to sleep. Bosco felt the need to act as a watch dog at the window and maintain a low-level growl for most of the four hours that constituted the night.
Rosie apparently slept peacefully and the boys breakfasted at a gas station and continued their day.
Ben feeling pretty poorly after a short night and a day's drive ahead of him.
Sun rising as they head toward the western shore of New Brunswick.
The pass from NB to Nova Scotia, possibly one of my favourite geographical names, the Isthmus of Chignecto.
Ben toughing it out at the wheel. Joe wishing he had a driver's license.
Bosco tuckered out from a night spent guarding his boys.
Somewhere.
Somewhere else.
Ben's temper was wearing thing by this point and sleep was calling.
Bosco, ever faithful, ever true.
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