Between sea and skyline
The awe factor, here in the Cape Breton Highlands National Park is the view. The road skirts some very high hills; out of deference to those who adore the Rockies, I’ll limit my mountain references. But, the ocean? Here, the ocean is half of everything. Down there (we are often hundreds of meters above the surf), with a constant reminder that the sea will do you in just as fast as a hillside.
My day started slowly, as I figured out how to use the coffee maker. We then had lunch in another local restaurant (great haddock), and purchased so e local cinn-buns. A comparison with my local dealer, nothing more. I added to the bottled fuzzy-water stocks before we set out as tourists. On the Cabot Trail, just like everyone else around here. Lots of lookouts.
We eventually reached the halfway point, where the road leaves park limits at Pleasant Bay. No intention of “doing” the whole route, today. Instead, we took an alternate road. Without cell service, we were deprived of the map support needed to determine our “where” (or why). I give credit to the people who built the road. We felt safe. Didn’t spot any wilder life, but that squash club in the middle of nowhere was good for questions.
Common sense convinced us to turn around and return to the real highway. A souvenir shop beckoned, and I managed to solve one of my genealogy mysteries: “that’s Linda, from Ontario”. CFA.
The proposed early evening hike was postponed until a better time of day, and we returned to camp. Two doors down, due to reservation conflict. Right now, part of a new album is on repeat (the whole playlist stopped downloading when we left the camp office). There might be a campfire, if the shower holds off.
After a tip received, this morning, it turns out that park wifi is excellent beside a utility building. Cold as all getout, but strong.
