This was the sky over Cape Breton as we arrived. Very By the Power of Greyskull! Fortunately the sky did not rain its wrath down upon us, and we enjoyed a relaxing (or mostly relaxing week).
Lucy, showing us how it’s done.
And again (also, I can’t get enough of the wildflowers)
And wild strawberries!!!! I was walking around picking them wondering which animal had eaten them all when I realized that the animal in question was a certain husky lab, two feet away from me and delicately picking off strawberries by the dozen.
So… we went on a bike ride. This is what Tim said: “Oh, it’s on the coast, it’s sure to be flat.” WRONG! I have never seen hills like this, much less tried to ride up them on a bike. Here is a picture of me at the top of a hill that was practically vertical and went on for EVER! That is, here is a picture of me at the top of the hill, which was at least the 4th vertical, never-ending hill we went up, refusing to go any further. The views were spectacular though. And riding down the hills was super fun.
Fortunately, the beach was available for post-biking relaxation.
The next day we went for a hike. Apparently hiking in Cape Breton is dangerous, as not only are there numerous wild animals that will eat you, but you stand a good chance of falling off a cliff or being eaten by a wave. Fortunately, I have heard that making a lot of noise scares animals away, and I have an extensive repertoire of show tunes, kid’s songs, pop songs and (weirdly) old hymns that I managed to sing without break for a two and half hour hike. I imagine that the animals of Cape Breton are now suitably annoyed and everyone should feel safe hiking for the next week or so. It was truly beautiful … I managed to pause my “I am a city girl who does not know how to behave in the wild” for long enough to take pictures of the jack pine forest and the coast line.
Tim was, of course, suitably stoic and feared neither man nor beast.
On July 1, my sabbatical began. Cape Breton seems like a good place to kick things off. That’s me, finishing up Chapter 3 of my book, with a giant box of books to read (it takes up fully a third of the Yaris’s trunk space. Priorities, priorities).
We stumbled on a farmer’s market, and bought a giant hunk of a gargantuan haddock out of the back of someone’s pick up truck. Totally above board. And totally delicious!
Bay St Lawrence – so pretty.
Exploring 4 Mile Beach (it really is 4 miles long)
Moody lobster boat.
We did spot a moose in the end! It’s the cabin owner’s kid, but whatever.
We ended at the North Highlands Community Museum, which was small but pretty fabulous. Key attraction: when I asked the tour guide what her favourite artefact was, she brought us here – a drawer full of a small number of the fish hooks pulled out of people at the local hospital, from 1970-1990. Amazing.
Tomorrow we leave for Lunenburg.