Sheep and turkeys

Nova Scotia is all of what we had hoped and then some.....we did very little research .... just got in the 'moving roadblock' and drove towards the sunrise....... initially, we planned for 4 days here.....but soon learned that we needed at least a week....and now we find that we need TWO weeks.   We need not rush thru these days....we have no schedule, no plan and nothing but time.          

And there is a lovely yarn shop nearby ....with plastic wool on the hoof.  

 It's time to go back to the map.    We are at the southern end of the Cabot Trail ( yellow)....near a very large scenic salt water lake.   Yesterday, we headed out in the mist and fog and followed the Bras d'Or lake on the green road towards the Northeast to Sydney.   That area was once a vibrant industrial complex and cod fishing center.    Now, it is rather gritty and unexciting.   You can catch a ferry to New Foundland if you so desire.   

Our destination was the Fortress of Louisbourg....30 min south of Sydney.

I tried to link to it but the wifi is slowing down so all you history buffs can just check it out on Bing for yourselves (and enjoy the daily photo)....Any way, the Fortress was a major French stronghold  in the 1700's as they attempted to hold on to their acquisitions.   The original settlement was in 1713 and after two sieges by the British, it was destroyed in 1758.   In 1960, partial restoration began using the unemployed coal miners from the area.   Original stonework was used and it is the largest historical restoration in North America....only 1/4 of the original was completed.

 It is very well done with real sheep and

interpretive guides in period costumes and regular demonstrations of daily life.

In a field  was this wild turkey and his handler......the handsome bird strutted about, undeterred by photographers and delighted children.

Note the change in color of his waddles (I had to look that one up !)  If he's excited it turns blue....which it was when we first saw him and then turns red when he is ready to fight !    I could see no change in his demeanor the entire time so I think he just did it for our benefit....and the camera.

While I was enamored with Tom, Paul was surrendering after breaching the wall around the fort.   By a woman no less.....don't think he put up much of a fight since he only had his umbrella.

It's hard to capture the  size of this place but I got a quick view from across the water.

The tiny village of Louisbourg has lovely B&B's  and several restaurants

and Darlene at the Visitors center knows everyone and everything.....fishing and tourism keep the town vibrant.

The drizzle continued but it wasn't cold and we made a quick trip out to view the solitary lighthouse.

before we drove home along the lake..............

Cabot Trail

The Cabot Trail is a 185 mi circle tour of Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia.      Altho it was named after the explorer, it is believed that he actually landed in Newfoundland in the 1400's.   This road was completed in 1932 and surprisingly, is open all year round.    

We are camped a bit west of the village of Baddeck at the southern end.  We started our trip counter-clockwise as we had heard that most do it the other way and also, we would be on the ocean (scenic)  side of the road.   But, being a Monday, we practically had the road to ourselves.  

One of the first sights is a view of Cape Smokey, a prominent outcropping that is visible along most of the eastern coast.   The road climbs to the top for wide ranging vistas.

One of our plans was to try a hike along the coast.    The weather was perfect except for the winds which made wearing a hat impossible.

We could see our destination off in the distance.....

This signage below was very confusing to me as the land is in the aqua and the sea is white......

At 2.4 mi long and a recommended time of 1-2 hours, this seemed to be a very comfortable jaunt for us.

The sights around every corner were majestic....Cape Smokey in the distance.

At the end, it was a sheer cliff with no fencing ..... the water was crystal clear and we looked for whales but none appeared......

but many gulls diving for food......

The trail was not all smooth sailing......not sure what Paul is pointing at but it was the only good picture of the climb upwards .    We finished in a bit under two hours, including pondering life on some benches along the way.    Surprisingly, the strong winds on the trail were not as bad  at the point.....

We ended our stroll at the beautiful Keltic Lodge.   It is government owned and very appealing.   Reminded us a bit of the lodges at the national parks altho not as rustic.

Located on this peninsula is the historic  Highlands Links Golf Club

It has a significant slope rating and the staff said it was difficult but he also said that it was a course that   every golfer should play.   It is considered the #1 public golf course in Canada and has a significant history....check out the link for gorgeous views and info.    We are thinking about playing but the weather might not cooperate and then the weekend crowds fill it up.   But it's on my list of things to do .... someday.

This church is fairly typical of the anglican style.   The golf course winds around it.

Located within  the Cabot Trail is the Cape Breton Highlands National Park.    The Scottish influence is evident everywhere....from the gaelic signage to the tartan souvenirs.    Over 80% of Cape Breton Island is descended from the British Isles, and about 18% are French and reside on the western side.     We had only planned on doing half of the Trail but instead of retracing our steps, we just kept going around.....and then the skies darkened and the rain moved in.    This area is very dry and they welcome the rain.    It has rained heavily all night and is forecasted to be wet all of Tuesday.    I think there is a yarn shop waiting for me in Baddeck and then a good book.

Moving on.........

We left the ferry rides behind and lumbered NE into Nova Scotia yesterday.   

 This is the only map that would download but wanted to give you a geography lesson.    Maine is a short drive SW from ST John on the left on the map.   We drove about 2 hours up to Moncton yesterday and then 2 hours south until we came to Truro.   Tomorrow we will drive another 4 hours or so up near the Cape Breton Highlands.     Truro is an agricultural area of rolling hills, cows, pine trees and proximity to fresh seafood.    Homes are   well tended with gardens and flowers.  

We headed out to the downtown Farmer's Market and it was so worth it.    The produce was fresh, abundant and colorful.....

 Of course, the bread was irresistible and I had to buy some strawberry/rhubarb homemade jam to go with it.   I almost succumbed to some hand knit sox since I only brought short cotton ones with me.  But then realized that if I concentrated for a couple of days, I could have my own hand knits since I brought an unfinished pair with me.  

Then we stopped at a unique market near our CG and fell into a fresh seafood lunch plus some warm-from-the-oven rolls to make sandwiches, using garden-grown tomatoes......No, we haven't had to buy new clothes to accommodate all the delicious food we've tried.   Actually, we eat out very little and watch what we eat at home and get our daily walks in..........but sometimes we fail.   

We're finding the Canadians to be very friendly, the weather is clear, dry and sunny, and perfect with a sweatshirt for our evening campfire.    Gas is about $4.25 a gallon and a bit more for diesel.   We found that they have COSTCO up here !!     And Wal Mart only has a few groceries and most everything is written in French/English.  

One other tidbit.....Nova Scotia is halfway between the North Pole and the Equator.....

And, we still have access to our Direct TV so we get our evening news same as always and we watched the British Open golf today.    We have internet at this CG and hopefully, at the next one.    

We're looking forward to exploring the Cabot Trail and the Cape Breton Highlands next week.    Stay tuned..........

Views from New Brunswick........

I'm a bit behind....with no onsite internet, we have to go find it locally to check the daily happenings in the outside world.    We are so plugged in that it is a bit like withdrawal but then I get used to not being connected and I forget about sharing with my loyal followers......  so it's catch up time and I've tried to give you a bird's eye view of our days here.    

In order to get to our CG, located on the hill, we need to cross the St. John River.   These ferries run year round 24 hours a day and are guided by a cable.     The grey building on the far side is the campsite office.

It was built in 1785 !!    After the Revolutionary War, there were about 14,000 who were still loyal to the King.....they came up here to begin new lives.    The Harding House was built by a member of Benedict Arnold's group.   I'm sitting in this building at the moment, writing this and looking at 230 year old beams above me.   

 St John's is a popular cruise stop for passengers wanting to view the Loyalist history and the remnants from The War of 1812 and see the Bay of Fundy.   This market

 has been active since about that time.....it is rich with sights and sounds...wonderful looking produce, fresh fish and crafts.    St John itself is rather decrepit but the area is very scenic.

Yesterday, with Dean and Diane, we headed over to the little coastal town of St Martins.    The Bay of Fundy has the highest tides in the world and this iconic picture of the lobster boats at low tide, is seen on postcards

 and paintings.    The tides are 15 meters and I have no idea how many feet that is but you can see the water line.

 Lobstering is a big industry here as well.

 This rocky area had no horizon due to the low clouds.....

 St Martins was a ship building center in the 1800's due to the heavily forested surrounding area.    There are a few of the large stately homes still standing.

Nearby is the Fundy Trail.....a 18 km (about 8 mi) trail that winds along the coastline.     We had the illusion that it would be relatively flat.....we were wrong.....but the part that we did was worth the huffing and puffing.    After I climbed down on tenuous steps  to see a waterfall, I realized that I would have to climb back up.....it was wiggly and lacked sure footing and not sure the scenery was worth it.  

 The trail alternated between heavily forested paths to

 views along the coast.  

 The fog drifted in and out.........

 I liked the bonus color along the way.......

 We stopped at the Interpretive center to learn about logging along the Big Salmon River....seen here at low tide.    The Hearst family owned much of the land and saw mills for their paper industry.   You can stay in his "rustic" log cabin.

 Dean and Paul on the trail.....

We ended the day with World Famous Chowder at a local seaside cafe...Our group gave it 5 stars.......