Oh I suppose I ought to complete the travelogue from our recent trip, seeing as Hurricane Bill is about to pay a visit there.
As we made our way counter-clockwise around the northern Cabot Trail, we were on the constant look-out for moose. If we were to see one at all, here would be the place. They were ALL hiding, clearly, because we sighted nothing. But this hiking trail wound around a boggy marsh and made for nice photographs.
It was also very quiet. Very still and quiet.
Here you find John walking along a boardwalk on the dune side of a beach. What you don't see are all the beach peas everywhere and perfectly ripe, sooooooo I picked two pocketfuls and we all wondered why no one had been harvesting them. Kathy and I ate a few and they tasted like tiny english peas. What could go wrong? (later that evening we called to ask someone to Google them and learned that they cause paralysis when consumed. Well done! and a few days ago we watched the film Into the Wild and the main character eats something in Alaska and has serious consequences. Let that be warning to you. Don't go around eating things you don't know)
One of the side purposes of this trip, the Cabot trail, was to see the Margaree River, home of brook trout and atlantic salmon fishing.
and we spent one night at the Big Invervale Lodge, a delightful home/lodge run by a Swiss couple out in the middle of, and I do mean this, nowhere. Actually, that should read "at the end of the loooooong dirt road in the middle of nowhere." It is beautiful and the owner is also the chef and does a fine job at both endeavors.
It's crazy, I know, but I didn't take any shots of the lodge. I did, however, meet the cats and one let me near enough to take this:
THIS!!! is Anne Morrell Robinson, who lives next door to the Big Intervale (which means 5 miles down the road as you are heading back out to somewhere)and is a FABULOUS quilt artist and hooker (hooked rugs, ya'll) who has been living there and making her mark in the quilt world for many years. She was gracious and allowed us to barge in on her the morning we were to head back south and showed us her studio and a pile of one-of-a-kind quilts that she hand-quilts.
The photo is lousy and she is wonderful and I really encourage anyone reading this to hit that link on her name above to visit her website. Her medallion quilts are lovely...
Then it's back to the cabin for a few days rest, cooking gourmet meals and quilting before we ventured out again to Isle Madame. But first, a shot of Marty attempting to fend off the wabbits from the newly planted raspberry shrubs.
Isle Madame is the small island of of Cape Breton that is very French and totally picturesque in every way. Now, it is entirely possible that I have messed up on photos and the lighthouse below is NOT the one on Isle Madame , but darn it if every lighthouse isn't the SAME, in shape and color and I have approx 18 photos of the derned things. If this is not there, it looks like the one.
We traveled just about the entire island and found so many beautiful spots before my camera batteries finally gave up
This last shot is a favorite. I found the typewriter in a "museum" somewhere on Isle Madame and I just loved the label attached.
Click to enlarge and do it justice.
I'll update this post soon with better photos from Kathy's camera.