'Ye look like a scurvy wench' means 'Hell yes - come aboard!'

Denver. Colfax. Bus ride. DIA. Plane. Philly. Plane. Baltimore. Amber. Jennifer. Rachel. Plane. Portland. Driiiiiiiiive. Camden. SLEEP. Pancakes. More Camden. Windjammer tours. Captain tells Amber she looks like a scurvy wench and by all means, please come aboard. Roll down a grassy hill and pics with Edna St. Vincent Millay. Chowder Challenge. More Camden. Beach. LOBSTER DINNER! Hit the road. Drive all night. Cross into Canada around midnight. Uneventful crossing. New Brunswick's a bit desolate - expecially in the middle of the night. 3 a.m. - Moncton. 8 a.m. - Amber aka "Nazi Tour Guide" kicks us out of bed. Driiiiiive. Confederation Bridge. PEI! PEI! PEI! Charlottetown, Fabulous hat-wigs. Ice cream. Contemplate kidnapping girl at ice cream shop. Nah. Rachel aka "My Indian Princess Name is Reads Maps Well" navigates us to Cavendish. Cavendish! Sunset on the beach. Soaked to the gills in the beautiful rolling surf. Dinner at Amanda's Cafe. Sleeeeeeep. The Anne experience - Green Gables, Haunted Wood, Lover's Lane, the house where LMM grew up, her church, her grave, etc. Tour of the Greenwich sand dunes, desolately, terribly beautiful marsh area and deserted beach with a private sunset on the beach all to ourselves. Dinner at the Inn at St. Peter's, which boasts this plaque: "On this site in 1877, Nothing Happened." Sleep. Get up at the buttcrack of dawn; hit the road. Drive from Cavendish (northern coast of PEI) to Bar Harbor, Maine (island off the southish-eastish coast of Maine). Surly French-Canadian customs dude who searched our trunk for Rachel's potentially contraband (WTH?) Raspberry Cordial. Lobster bisque and beer. Internet cafe.

And now you're caught up.

Girls' road trips ROCK!