31
Aug

PEI – Part 3

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Tuesday, August 2

We were on our own for breakfast at the cabin, so we enjoyed a banana and bagel that we’d picked up at the little grocery store in Rustico the night before. And then we stopped at a bakery that had just about the best cinnamon rolls ever! They were more like chunks of coffee cake deliciousness.

After the stop, we headed over toward Avonlea Village–a stop that Mom and I failed to make last year.

Hannah in front of the train station

Hannah in front of the train station

Walking through the train station and into Avonlea Village is like stepping back in time 100 years. The roads are lined with authentic turn of the century buildings including a manse (that’s the preacher’s home), school house, church, and general store. And mingling with the visitors are actors dressed in period costumes, playing the roles that we love from Anne’s books. Charlie Sloan was busy getting kicked out of the chocolate shop, Mr. Phillips marched around the school house getting his students in order, and even Anne and Diana roamed the streets.

Mom and Hannah in front of the Avonlea one-room school house, which was once an actual school

Mom and Hannah in front of the Avonlea one-room school house, which was once an actual school

Behind the school was an artist creating an AMAZING sandcastle

Behind the school was an artist creating an AMAZING sandcastle

On the swing by the school

On the swing by the school

Across the street was a Avonlea Dressup, which we assumed was a dress shop

Across the street was a Avonlea Dressup, which we assumed was a dress shop

And it was ... sort of!

And it was ... sort of!

Hannah and I having high tea in our 1910 dresses

Hannah and I having high tea in our 1910 dresses

Mom and I waiting for the train

Mom and I waiting for the train

The stage on the back of the craft house

The stage on the back of the craft house

The show must go on! Anne's first day in school

The show must go on! Anne's first day in school

Anne, Diana, and Gilbert in the back ground

Anne, Diana, and Gilbert in the back ground

Around noon, we snuck into the back of the fishing shanty, where a quartet was busy entertaining a full house with songs of the Island.

Main Street Avonlea

Main Street Avonlea

We spent a few minutes in the barn before boarding the 8-minute wagon ride

We spent a few minutes in the barn before boarding the 8-minute wagon ride

Hannah and Mom on the wagon ride

Hannah and Mom on the wagon ride

Near the end of the wagon ride, Gilbert and Moody jumped in the back of the wagon, shooting their slingshots

Near the end of the wagon ride, Gilbert and Moody jumped in the back of the wagon, shooting their slingshots

 After a fantastic day at Avonlea Village, we drove through the National Park along the North Shore.

Along the North Shore and the prettiest beaches on the Island

Along the North Shore and the prettiest beaches on the Island

 

This beach had large, red rocks, many more than the others

This beach had large, red rocks, many more than the others

Hannah said this beach was rocky … and decided to share with us a musical number from a rocky movie.
 

I could stay on this beach for ages

I could stay on this beach for ages

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Love the way these jagged red cliffs jut out into the water

We were there at high tide, so getting this far along the beach was a bit tricky

We were there at high tide, so getting this far along the beach was a bit tricky

Mom and Hannah--queens of the rock!

Mom and Hannah--queens of the rock!

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2 comments so far

Micah Johnson
 1 

My family is the coolest ever.

September 5th, 2011 at 5:10 pm
Hannah
 2 

Wow!!! That “Rocky” song was great. She should be an actress. The beach was stunning too. One of the best trips ever.

September 10th, 2011 at 10:01 pm

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