A morning stop at a cute shop, for pastries and a Lavender Fog for Rett, which we drove out to eat at a beach where the red soil made the waves look like they were rolling in from an ocean of Coca-Cola. A stop to see my lighthouse, and my grocery store, at Neils Harbour.… Read more…

With the weather cleared up, it was time to head for the famed Cabot Trail. Which isn’t actually a trail, it’s a regular paved road that forms a loop, much of it within Cape Breton Highlands National Park. We’d be doing the route counter-clockwise. There was no rain in the morning, nor none overnight, so… Read more…

We were expecting morning rain, but not as early in the morning as the rain came. Luckily there was a dry window for breakfast and packing up the tent, and it certainly helped to have the van available. The open rear doors gave a sort-of-dry surface for staging, and Rett sat in her dry seat… Read more…

Bikes strapped to the rails, panniers strewn haphazardly across the floor, we took off in our U-Haul van for Cape Breton. The miles on the 103, 102, and 104 passed not with the clarity of bicycle speed, but with the hilly, endless, evergreen forest melded into an impressionist blur. We crossed the short Canso Causeway… Read more…

Lunenburg was an attractive place to stay, but not very practical for a longer term. So after three nights there, it was time to move inland for four nights in Bridgewater, where we could get more value for our money (or more accurately, a place to stay for any price, which was hard to come… Read more…

We woke up, stumbled downstairs, helped Mary move all the furniture back into the dining room whose (beautiful, wide-plank) floor they had just refinished, and then shared another gratifying meal around the breakfast table with our WarmShowers hosts. Bernie ran off to an appointment in Lunenburg, where we were headed, leaving Mary to see us… Read more…