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Day 28. Friday, August 21, 2015. Prince Edward Island to Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia.

The map below shows our path today.


We are up early again because we want to get to the Nova Scotia ferry early. But first, let's put on a province sticker. We can't find Prince Edward Island, so Sharon cuts one out of some unused red material and sticks it on. See that little red sliver in the picture at right, but missing in the picture at left? Me neither, but it's there. You'll see a better picture soon. {Oh, we are putting on a sticker, even if I have to make one. WE've had these stickers since we bought the trailer 11 years ago. I wonder where that one went? You can see from the picture on the left that there is a black outline where PEI goes and there is even the letters PEI on it. Maybe they just intended us to leave it as a black line but we don't like that.}

We head over for the ferry. Here's what the GPS shows as we're almost to the boat. And then we load into the big open mouth of the beast.

We race up to the top deck for the disembarkationment (not sure what to call this so I threw in all of the possibilities) and get these views. {That's the lighthouse we were supposed to be able to walk to from our campsite yesterday.}

We enjoy the trip over, and in no time (about an hour), we are instructed to get back in our vehicles. It's fun, sort of like the Indy 500, where we're all in our machines, ready to roar out of here.

Spotting a visitors center, we drive right over there. It's 9:18. How's that for getting an early jump on the day? We meet Patty and Kara, and they are incredibly helpful. They book us onto the ship to Newfoundland, and the cost is about $460 Canadian, which is about 20% less than that, American. It's like free money!!! {They also have some local treats to buy and ideas of what to see on this end of the Island. Is Nova Scotia an island? It looks kind of like an island. Well, the point is that we go off in one direction and there are things to see near here in the OTHER direction if I can sweet talk Bob into going. And I DO! and He DOES! Love that Bob}

Then it's time for groceries, and we locate ourselves to a Sobey's.

A colorful lobster catches my attention. I always feel as if we have a fresh start somehow when we do grocery shopping.

The funniest thing happened that we call "The Double Exit". And the funniest thing is that none of us can remember what it was.

Forgot to mention that yesterday, Sharon saw a Little Gull..

 

Sharon and Nancy have cleaned out the "things to do on Nova Scotia" brochures, and we are headed for the House of Lavender farm. I have a nap while the ladies lavender up. The cat has the right idea. {I took the picture just for you, Shirley}

Even the lawn chairs are lavendar, and check out what Sharon's wearing. Coincidence? Hmmm. There is a wonderful barn in all its dilapidation. I like it because it's not lavender. {The lady running the gift shop tells us this is her Grandparents' farm that she moved into and began growing lavendar. The season is just about over so we don't get many pictures of it growing but she has many products and her shop smells wonderful.}

I am asleep in this picture.

Finishing up at the Lavendar Farm, we head on for the next stop - the Lismore Sheep Farm. From the back seat, Nancy has predicted that it will be "shear" ecstasy. That Nancy. In no time at all (about noon) we are at the sheep farm. Getting out of the truck, we hear a sort of grunt, which must have come from a sheep, and Nancy (yes, the same Nancy) says, "Was that EWE?"

They show each step of the wool process, from sheep to finished wool, but I'm just going to show two.

We go out to the barn, where swallows have made a nest, and it's clear that the chicks have fledged.

I go upstairs, where there are lots more things for sale, and on the landing to the second level is this neat spinning wheel. At right a Jacob's Sheep (they have naturally brown wool) tastes the grass by the gate. {And I can go crazy in the gift shop. YARN, all kinds of YARN!!And locally made wooden knitting needles, beautiful. I can get some of my Christmas shopping done here.}

I want a lemon to go with the fish meal Sharon has planned for tonight, and we stop in the Waykossumah (spelling incorrect) Market to do so. As I recall, I accidentally order two scoops of something calledl Pineapple-Orange ice cream. I intended to just browse the store, but accidents happen. {It was called the "Farmer's Daughter" and the signs show this woman with all sorts of produce in her arms, but when we get there, the only produce is in a tiny, cold storage room. Bob comes out discouraged because he couldn't find any lemons. I go in, find the lemons, pick out 2-3 and come out. The look on his face is priceless as he says "Where did you get those?" and I tell him "right in that room you just came out of'". We often have this encounter at home when one of us has lost something, looked EVERYWHERE and the other person then finds it when THEY look.}

In a repetetive activity, we stop to refuel again. A lumber/hardware store across the street says, in huge letters, WE'VE GOT YOUR LUMBER.

That was Waikossumah.

At 5 pm,we are at a wonderful bay, with a bridge across the way.

We swap drivers at the top of a long descent down to this long bay.

We pass through Baddock, where Alexander Graham Bell is currently trying to invent something. "WHAT?" says Sharon. {Was he born here, lived here, died here? the things we never know}

We are about to cross St. Patrick's Channel, and we stop to refuel a just short of the spectacular bridge and a half mile to the turnoff to our camp tonight. 117.8 liters, 110.1 cents/liter, $129.71 Canadian.

This brings us onto Cape Breton Island.

Not too much later, we pull into the Arm of Gold RV Park, in the town of Little Bras d'Or, near North Sydney, and set up for the night. We are only a few miles away from tomorrow's ferry loading. I notice this grandpa swinging with his little grandson in a type of swing I haven't seen in ages. Cousin Rachel Jones Boatright had one at her house, and I used to love to see how high we could go. The key feature was the platform only an inch or two above the ground. You could actually sit on it while you were swinging. What a great memory.

And that's it for the day. Sleeping in Nova Scotia. Awesome!

PS When chemists die, they barium. {Bob!}

Began: Northumberland Provincial Park, Wood Islands, Prince Edward Island, Canada
Pass Through: (ferry across) Northumberland Strait, New Glasgow, Port Hastings, Nova Scotia, Canada
End: Arm of Gold RV Park, Little Bras d'Or, Nova Scotia
Miles Today: 216
Miles for Trip: 5654


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