Yesterday it was off on the
grand tour of the Cabot Trail, named after John Cabot, who was on a mission of
exploration for the King of England.
His real name was Giavonni Cabotti, but neither the Italians nor the
Portugese would sponsor him, thus the change in name and allegiance.
It is about a
300km drive around the northerly tip of the Nova Scotia peninsula, with
breathtaking views, steep climbs up and down, and at least one big, imposing
moose.
The picture was taken in
haste, because she appeared right next to the trail and wasn’t about to back
down.
We took a full day for the tour with a very helpful CD
from the campground. For a change of pace, we had dinner at a nice
lobster/seafood restaurant on the shore.
A wonderful meal, complete with a bar menu that listed about a dozen single malt scotches. (I had a beer). This has been a tremendous four days, and we hate to leave Baddeck, but Halifax beckons, so we’re off tomorrow.
Random thought for the day:
The Scots who emigrated to Nova Scotia must have been more
enlightened then those who stayed, because they left the bagpipes behind.
I wonder if there is such a thing as too much lobster? Probably not. Wonderful posts, I feel like I'm getting to travel with you!
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