After making my first foray to Prince Edward Island with my friend Emily and our four children over twenty years ago, I returned to Massachusetts and vowed to return every year. I made good on that vow.
Alone on the cliffs of Grand Manan Island overlooking the misty Bay of Fundy, I didn't feel any lonelier than I did anywhere else. I felt peaceful. I missed my husband, but now I felt his presence more clearly in my memories.
Though my bruise is a bit smaller, I've been wearing shorts to show it off. When anyone asks, I tell them I fell of my bike during a rocky, rooty, muddy, wet and spectacular ride through the pristine wilderness of Grand Manan Island.