Leaving Fundy in pouring rain, crossing the state border into Nova Scotia. A great welcome center, but disappointment at the WOW campground, Truro: an expensive “dry cabin” and a missed “tidal bore”. Interesting radio shows on CBC as I keep driving.
Enjoying the environment and the social atmosphere of North Sidney’s KOA in pouring rain, meeting an expat on her 1-year KOAs camping trip, having her draw my wings, and getting a sense of place.
Donelda’s Puffin Tours, Englishtown, Cape Breton – a great example of a family business. A bit late in the season, but some puffins stayed out their migration for me. Also, seals, bald eagels, cormorants and other seabirds.
My first kitchen party (Ceilidh) was held in complete darkenss in a church hall at Baddeck, a small pleasant touristic town. Fiddling, Gaelic songs, ghost stories, family tales and some dancing animated the evening.
Taking the midnight “Marine Atlantic” to destination Newfoundland, I had a full day waiting for the “naughty, naughty rain” to stop, as the tent tumbled in a cold drier. Stopping for a hearty local dinner at the Cedar House, I got traveling tips across the tables from a fellow sola female traveller.
Leaving Fundy in pouring rain, crossing the state border into Nova Scotia. A great welcome center, but disappointment at the WOW campground, Truro: an expensive “dry cabin” and a missed “tidal bore”. Interesting radio shows on CBC as I keep driving.
Enjoying the environment and the social atmosphere of North Sidney’s KOA in pouring rain, meeting an expat on her 1-year KOAs camping trip, having her draw my wings, and getting a sense of place.
Donelda’s Puffin Tours, Englishtown, Cape Breton – a great example of a family business. A bit late in the season, but some puffins stayed out their migration for me. Also, seals, bald eagels, cormorants and other seabirds.
My first kitchen party (Ceilidh) was held in complete darkenss in a church hall at Baddeck, a small pleasant touristic town. Fiddling, Gaelic songs, ghost stories, family tales and some dancing animated the evening.
Taking the midnight “Marine Atlantic” to destination Newfoundland, I had a full day waiting for the “naughty, naughty rain” to stop, as the tent tumbled in a cold drier. Stopping for a hearty local dinner at the Cedar House, I got traveling tips across the tables from a fellow sola female traveller.