Given that I've already said at this point I'm just wasting pictures, I'm not sure I really need to write terribly good descriptions anymore, but since you're still reading, I suppose I shall try. Still going 110, and despite appearances, her windshield wasn't utterly filthy.

See? I told you we could see alright. Oh, and this is the 101 on the route to Halifax Airport.

 

Judging by the raised section of road to our left, we're passing through Halifax at this point.

Lower Sackville. Halifax's answer to Scarborough, apparantly. Though Scarborough isn't named after a Fictional Hobbit-town.

 

A lake who's name I've forgotten. For some reason "Zero" sounds familiar.

That's it. It's over. Go Home.