Sunday morning, before any of the other guests awoke, my daughter Katherine and I slipped out the door of the Inn on the Harbour and went for a run – We ran out past the painted Victorian houses of Historic Charlottetown to the the boardwalk skirting the harbour. As we settled into a comfortable pace I was reminded of another run on another bay on another coast 30 years earlier. I half expected to see the ghost of Walt Stack emerge out of the fog.
But this was a redemption run because by the time we hit Charlottetown we'd pretty much eaten our way across Prince Edward Island. We had over-indulged in locally raised beef in Brackley Beach, eggs from free range hens in Bay Fortune and oysters we'd pulled out of Salutation Cove. The night before we'd clam chowdered our way to the winners circle at the Charlottetown Driving Park and Entertainment Centre. Our horse – "the old campaigner", Mercury Hall had taken the third race of the evening – almost taunting us to match his fitness level.
Now two of the three sinners were doing penance. The third slept peacefully. None of us aware that neither exercise nor rest would spare us from the coming temptation of “Canada's Best Ice Cream”!

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