Western Cabot Trail is rich with history, geology and beauty. You can’t go wrong, but I was the only one walking the historical La Buttreau, visiting the ruins of Acadian fishemen’s houses. On the popular Skyline Trail we fought the winds and the rain . A cozy social evening at Le Gabriele closed the day.
Boarding an evening ferry to PEI, I watched a breathtaking sunset from deck, pitched my tent in Northumberland Provincial Park in complete darkness, only to discover a relaxed and beautiful beach scene in the morning. A brief friendship led to sea kayaking, and a gathering storm brought about a change of plans.
Campbell’s Cove, PEI. In another “End of the World” I found marvellous geology, incredible natural beauty and friendly people. The red of rock and sand intertwines with sea and tidal pools, creating a superbly photogenic fantasyland.
A return to my childhood? Green Gables, Cavendish, the Prince Edward Island ranch was no disappointment. Here Maud Montgomery got the inspiration for her books about the marvellous red-haired Anne . Excellently preserved and maintained, I could still find my dreams hanging from apple trees, reflected in forest pools.
Luck (and some good will on the part of motel employees) brought me to Morgan’s Bed and Breakfast, Sheidac, NB. The place has great home-like atmostphere and nice food. I discovered there are Canadians who want to escape their country’s cold.
Sampling Mount Desert Island beaches: an enchanting evening walk on Hadley’s Point and a seaside bonfire with a friendly couple, a stroll along Southwest Harbor’s waterfront, dipping my toes at Seal Cove and a drive along the scenic Sargeant Road . In all, a great place for leisure, sun, sky and water,
Back to Kennebunk Pond. Having a traditional Sunday lobster dinner with the family, Learning to take care of the kayak on my own. Rowing in the fog, and making loon soul friends.
It was no jackal nor coyote. This haunting other-worldly sound breaking intermittently over the Pond and carrying over unabated across the entire waterscape from side to side and beyond, did not emanate from a large mammal, but from a kind of middle-sized duck romantically called a loon…
Perfect carefree days by the pond: swimming, sailing the pontoon with family and friends, writing poems, sunbathing on the dock, picking blueberries from the secret bushes and enjoying a variety of good music at the Ossipee Valley Bluegrass festival. Especially notbale was the all-female Shel band.
From a misbehaving new rental car to a misbehaving credit card, my problems mounted prior to the second part of my trip. Solving problems with a litlle help from my friend, and renewing an old friendship, I eventually set out to go thanks also to a little bit of Soul and had a lucky lucky day.
Western Cabot Trail is rich with history, geology and beauty. You can’t go wrong, but I was the only one walking the historical La Buttreau, visiting the ruins of Acadian fishemen’s houses. On the popular Skyline Trail we fought the winds and the rain . A cozy social evening at Le Gabriele closed the day.
Boarding an evening ferry to PEI, I watched a breathtaking sunset from deck, pitched my tent in Northumberland Provincial Park in complete darkness, only to discover a relaxed and beautiful beach scene in the morning. A brief friendship led to sea kayaking, and a gathering storm brought about a change of plans.
Campbell’s Cove, PEI. In another “End of the World” I found marvellous geology, incredible natural beauty and friendly people. The red of rock and sand intertwines with sea and tidal pools, creating a superbly photogenic fantasyland.
A return to my childhood? Green Gables, Cavendish, the Prince Edward Island ranch was no disappointment. Here Maud Montgomery got the inspiration for her books about the marvellous red-haired Anne . Excellently preserved and maintained, I could still find my dreams hanging from apple trees, reflected in forest pools.
Luck (and some good will on the part of motel employees) brought me to Morgan’s Bed and Breakfast, Sheidac, NB. The place has great home-like atmostphere and nice food. I discovered there are Canadians who want to escape their country’s cold.
Sampling Mount Desert Island beaches: an enchanting evening walk on Hadley’s Point and a seaside bonfire with a friendly couple, a stroll along Southwest Harbor’s waterfront, dipping my toes at Seal Cove and a drive along the scenic Sargeant Road . In all, a great place for leisure, sun, sky and water,
Back to Kennebunk Pond. Having a traditional Sunday lobster dinner with the family, Learning to take care of the kayak on my own. Rowing in the fog, and making loon soul friends.
It was no jackal nor coyote. This haunting other-worldly sound breaking intermittently over the Pond and carrying over unabated across the entire waterscape from side to side and beyond, did not emanate from a large mammal, but from a kind of middle-sized duck romantically called a loon…
Perfect carefree days by the pond: swimming, sailing the pontoon with family and friends, writing poems, sunbathing on the dock, picking blueberries from the secret bushes and enjoying a variety of good music at the Ossipee Valley Bluegrass festival. Especially notbale was the all-female Shel band.
From a misbehaving new rental car to a misbehaving credit card, my problems mounted prior to the second part of my trip. Solving problems with a litlle help from my friend, and renewing an old friendship, I eventually set out to go thanks also to a little bit of Soul and had a lucky lucky day.