The morning light shining through the ferry windows woke me up. A scattered group of people with groggy faces clutched their morning coffee with comical desperation. The ship was just coming into the harbor, a rocky land appearing in greater detail as we drew closer.
Soon we’d arrived and I made my exit into a new land, I’d arrived in Nova Scotia. Having entered the province quite early I had a full day ahead of me to decide what I wanted to do. I made a stop at good ol Tim Hortons to grab some food and set about finding a campground with wifi to catch up on the blog. It wasn’t long until I was setting up my tent, weighting my options for what to do next.
With blue skies and perfect weather I simply had to explore somewhere. I finally decided I’d drive the Cabot Trail, a famous scenic drive I’d read about. It wasn’t long until I stood there looking at the sign that began the lengthy winding road.
In elated excitement I took to the trail, eager to see what it had to offer me. Like a serpent weaving through the grass, the roads zigzagged themselves across the land, sharp turns appearing everywhere. Oh, what a view though! I found myself stopping constantly to take in the picturesque landscape before me.
Eventually the Cabot Trail entered Cape Breton National Park, adding even more stunning views to a day already overflowing with beauty. Tall cliffs and a sparkling ocean continued to reveal themselves in abundance, now with vast forests that covered the mountains like a garment adding to the composition.
I made sure to take a few detours off the Cabot Trail every now and then for a closer peek at a village or lookout. One of those stops being White Point, a place recommended to me by the locals.
The sun had begun to set, the blue skies now adding a fiery touch to their palette. I continued driving along until I found the perfect perch on a cliff to watch the flaming sphere dip below the watery horizon.
With the sun having taken its daily rest, I continued pressing on beside an array of warm colors glowing in the distance. With the ocean so close I simply had to take a walk on the rocky shores. Finding a nearby beach, Winnie and I exited the vehicle to get a closer look at the waves as they crashed against the plentiful pebbles. For quite some time we stood there, appreciating nature in it’s ferocious beauty.
Night was drawing close so I returned to my car and pressed on down the road. I found a nice little restaurant to ease my hunger along the way. With a full belly I continued back to the campground I’d pitched my tent in that morning. Soon the days exhaustion finally brought my face to the pillow like a magnet. A day of incredible adventuring came to its close.