Day Twelve
August 9, 2007
Day Twelve
Wednesday
The Cabot Trail. This day was really the reason for the whole trip (besides a visit with the Eldest)
and what a glorious day it was!
The weather was perfect, the road not too crowded, the drive dramatic, and the scenery breathtaking.
Obviously, one of those experiences almost not worth photographing, because all pictures fade in comparison
to the real thing. Its best sometimes to leave those pictures in your mind. But here are a few tidbits.
The furthest we got was to Meat Cove.
The Pilgrim wanted me to tell the Best Friend that its where “the Appalachian Range finally falls into the sea”.
It feels like the end of the earth. Eight kilometers of gravel road to get here…and there is no where else to go. Look at map of Nova Scotia, let your eyes wander up to the very tip, and you’ll find Meat Cove.
Luckily, they had wireless internet, so the postings could go on.
Back into the Living Room for the journey up and down three mountains….switchbacks looking out at the Gulf of the St. Lawrence, just glad I wasn’t driving. Beautiful sights.
We had to stop because we thought we saw a whale.
This is the eco-friendly whale watching that the Middle Child likes to espouse. From a great distance. But we did see her crest!
Anyway, back down the mountain and to our new hideaway, the Normaway in the Margaree Valley. Spectacular place. We have a “chalet”….which means a screened-in porch with a wooden swing and a fold-down desk, looking out at the horse pasture. Dinner was good and local, and we were sent a bottle of wine from our new friend, Adrienne Molloy, all the way from Halifax.
Thanks, Adrienne, what a fabulous surprise!
Afterwards, the Ceilidh (pronounced Kay-lee) in the Barn.
Three fiddlers, and an old man on the spoons. It turned into a square dance at the end of the evening, and the best part about that was three sets of four couples…one of local regulars, one mix of locals and tourists, and one of the younger generation, all teenagers, everyone having fun and dancing up a storm. Literally.
Rained all night.
