Some general thoughts about my trip, including how the mode of traveling defines the experience, Israeli vs. American campgrounds, being alone, safety, money, empowerment, politics, the social scene, temperatures, beauty, and why I wrote this journal.
Staying at two Maine private campgrounds, Lobster Buoy and MountainView, I had my first American camping experiences, got acquainted with this wondrous Atlantic coast, and its significant tides, and learned from kids about burrowing clams. Also, Lobster Weekend, Owl’s Head lighthouse and the awesome Fort Knox bridge.
Ferns, fiddleheads and the highest tides in the world. Fundy bays fill up during high tide. Lovely families spend an educational weekend in a beautiful national park.
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.
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.
Gros Morne KOA Campground, Newfoundland, offered a nice, wooden, dry cabin. Despite a rainy start, I succeeded to swim in the beautiful, pristine camp lake, row a kayak over it and even circumnavigate it on the forested Moose Trail.
The Western Gros Morne Coast is rich with living traditions, fishermen folklore, rugged shores and stunning geology. Sally’s Cove is a still-operational, if forlorn, fishermen village. Broom Point has a nostalgic fishery museum. At Green Point geologists find their heaven on earth.
Meat Cove, Cape Breton – The End of the World. Winds, waves, rocks jutting into an unconstrained ocean, a group of wonderful tenters perched up on cliffs… Walking by the beach and up a mountain;, sharing about “life” with a mysterious fellow traveller; enjoying a dinner by the fire with friendly expats.
The Cabot Trail is one of the most scenic routes in the world. It is impossible to drive around without stopping again and again, taking pictures and breathing it all in. Even if you just come for a day, the Cabot Trail lookouts make your trip worthy.
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.
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,
The nights at Jigger Johnson Campground, White Mountains, deserve their own post. Past Labor Day, the campgrounds emptied out and I was facing the nights in almost total solitude with the cold, the howls and the silence. The no-electricity campground is run very professionally and in good spirit.
Some general thoughts about my trip, including how the mode of traveling defines the experience, Israeli vs. American campgrounds, being alone, safety, money, empowerment, politics, the social scene, temperatures, beauty, and why I wrote this journal.
Staying at two Maine private campgrounds, Lobster Buoy and MountainView, I had my first American camping experiences, got acquainted with this wondrous Atlantic coast, and its significant tides, and learned from kids about burrowing clams. Also, Lobster Weekend, Owl’s Head lighthouse and the awesome Fort Knox bridge.
Ferns, fiddleheads and the highest tides in the world. Fundy bays fill up during high tide. Lovely families spend an educational weekend in a beautiful national park.
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.
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.
Gros Morne KOA Campground, Newfoundland, offered a nice, wooden, dry cabin. Despite a rainy start, I succeeded to swim in the beautiful, pristine camp lake, row a kayak over it and even circumnavigate it on the forested Moose Trail.
The Western Gros Morne Coast is rich with living traditions, fishermen folklore, rugged shores and stunning geology. Sally’s Cove is a still-operational, if forlorn, fishermen village. Broom Point has a nostalgic fishery museum. At Green Point geologists find their heaven on earth.
Meat Cove, Cape Breton – The End of the World. Winds, waves, rocks jutting into an unconstrained ocean, a group of wonderful tenters perched up on cliffs… Walking by the beach and up a mountain;, sharing about “life” with a mysterious fellow traveller; enjoying a dinner by the fire with friendly expats.
The Cabot Trail is one of the most scenic routes in the world. It is impossible to drive around without stopping again and again, taking pictures and breathing it all in. Even if you just come for a day, the Cabot Trail lookouts make your trip worthy.
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.
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,
The nights at Jigger Johnson Campground, White Mountains, deserve their own post. Past Labor Day, the campgrounds emptied out and I was facing the nights in almost total solitude with the cold, the howls and the silence. The no-electricity campground is run very professionally and in good spirit.