It’s been a busy week here in Nova Scotia. Lots of hiking at Blomidon, through forests lovely like this.
The best hike? Cape Split, without a doubt. Standing on the edge of the cliffs, looking out and looking down were amazing experiences.
And, yes, I am still fascinated by the Fundy tides. This is Halls Harbour at low tide, where the tidal range is about 40 feet.
I also did a little beachwalking on the incoming tide at Scots Bay, and found these stubs of an old pier still holding on.
On my way out of the Blomidon area, I stopped at the Grande Pre National Monument, a tribute and history of the Acadians, a people displaced from Nova Scotia by politics and greed from 1755-1764. It was a look at the history of Canada that I didn’t know that much about, and I learned a lot here.
I have been in Truro the last three nights, looking at some family genealogy and checking out the stores to stock up on supplies and groceries.
I think I figured out why my ancestors fled Truro: ticks and biting things. This is the triage room at the local hospital, where I was getting a tick check after one fell out of my hair Tuesday morning. And by the time I ended that wonderful day, I had a bug bite on my eyelid from who knows where. This morning, that eye is all swollen up, but I will spare you the gory photo of same.
Now it’s on to one last stop in Nova Scotia, five more days and nights to explore the northerly part before moving on to Prince Edward Island (PEI). I can’t believe three weeks of Nova Scotia have passed so quickly.