Across the broad back
Packing a dry tent is so much easier than some of the alternatives. With a tiny car loaded like a tramp steamer, we bid farewell and ended a wonderful three weeks at Campbell’s Cove. The road beckoned.
We’ve been on familiar roads for the last few weeks. Despite the changes in route markers, we’ve managed to find the way here, year after year.
We didn’t tarry long at the boat, although our neighbour in line came close. Just a word to the wiser; don’t open your car door when there are vehihcles in motion beside you. The poor little car didn’t win the tugging match with the house trailer (this time). I wonder what a door costs at the local dealership?
Our plan was to see new parts of the world, so I set the GPS to a less-travelled road. Down through Upper Musquodoboit to Sheet Harbour, and then across to the “big city” via Ship Harbour, Jeddore Harbour, Musquodoboit Harbour, and Halifax Harbour. The GPS took us to within a few metres of the front door, with nary a wrong twist or turn unlike my attempts some summers back with a cruder model. This kind of intuitive technology rocks!
What can I say about our trip across the broad back of Nova Scotia? Well, bring food. Except for a merciful break at Pearls’ (which would never have been seen if we hadn’t been dogged by a big truck, something like Spielberg’s early work). The food was tasty, and everybody seemed to be stopping by, showing off a new boyfriend or checking on an impending nuptial or just saying what a nice day it was. Friendly, like. The road isn’t wider or faster than the big numbered route, but one can’t live by divided highway alone. And, finally, the broad Atlantic. Time to hum a Stan Rogers air.
Halifax is in full busker season, so we took the long walk downtown. Trying to find other people via cellphone texting is an exercise in patience. After all was said and done, we threaded the needle uphill to the corner of Blowers and Grafton, where the young man behind the counter at K.O.D. (King of Donairs) assured us that his were the best on the three corners. Anyone that can withstand the heat in that kitchen cannot tell a lie; we ate some of the best donairs we’ve ever had. For the record, a medium equals too large. The equally long walk home was required.
