What is it about old roads, especially when they are unpaved and in PEI? Any of us who walked to school before massive political paving efforts remember them well.
In Summer when things were dry, you had to cover your eyes and mouth when a car would go by blowing up dust. In Winter, you had to watch the ice on the hills and take a toboggan in the car in case the road that was open when you went to the city was not open when you came home due to drifting, and you would have to haul kids and groceries. And Spring, yes, there was not any possible way to not feel like a country bumpkin unless you had a pair of shoes with you, and you immediately removed your mud-laden boots the moment you had arrived anywhere, but the red mud on the car wheels was undeniable.
We can all remember these times, but what the bus-driven students of today do not get the pleasure of is stopping at the little bridge like the one you see here on Bannockburn Road to watch the fish swim in a rush of water, to watch cows in the fields that would come out to meet you at the fence, or at the end of your journey on this road, to stop at the corner store to pick up a small bag of potato chips, pull a pop out of ice cold water in the cooler or open a fresh pack of hockey or baseball cards with bubblegum.
The original of this photo above hung in the MacNeill home for many years, and they had always thought it was of the Clyde River Road. It was only very recently when Terry MacNeill showed it to Laura Scott, someone well acquainted with the geology of Bannockburn, that the exact spot where the photo was taken was recognized. Her car had been stuck in mud there during the time when the road was being reconstructed, an experience that others of us may share.
It is easy to see how the road could have been mistaken, because what we see is a photo of our memories of our own PEI roads.