We considered a couple of options for this morning, including doing a bit more biking and visiting some more tourist sites in Baddeck, but then we consulted the internet and found out that if we got on the road reasonably straightforwardly, we could make it to Truro in time to see the tidal bore, one of the manifestations of the Bay of Fundy's famous tides. So we did that, and then spent the rest of the day driving to Yarmouth. [432 mi]
solar panels at Cabot Shores |
main building at Cabot Shores |
yurt at Cabot Shores (sadly, we ourselves did not stay in a yurt) |
approaching the Clucking Hen Cafe (did i mention that our first day on Cape Breton, we got the advice "always pick the restaurants with adjective-animal names"? Well, we did, and it served us well) |
the Clucking Hen had gotten a number of decorations from their glass studio neighbors |
ourdoors at the Clucking Hen, where we were not because it was raining |
i guess the eggplant bong is a thing (n.b. possibly actually a bird feeder)" |
my breakfast at the Clucking Hen |
fair |
we set off in the rain to leave Cape Breton Island |
the road ahead |
view from the van |
view from the van as we head out onto a picturesque strip of highway |
more view from the van |
more view from the van |
sadly, this turns out to have been a mistake; we're on the road to the ferry, which is closed, and which we weren't planning to take; we get turned around, and at least we got a nice view for our troubles |
view from the van as we head back north |
back on track |
a lake |
some cliffs |
plants off to the side of the road |
lake off to the side of the road |
some manner of bird |
the road ahead |
more lake |
more trees reflected in water |
didn't think we'd be free of my metal roof obsession just because we got in the van, did you? |
a cemetary |
another platonic ideal Cape Breton church |
i also enjoy metal bridges |
leaving Cape Breton Island |
trees and sky |
looking back to the north |
mainland Nova Scotia also has rivers and lakes |
view from the van |
more rivers and marshes |
we never found out where the rest of the moose was |
the road ahead |
we've arrived at the Truro viewing station in time to see the tidal bore |
the Salmon River, which is the end of an arm of the Bay of Fundy |
people milling at the viewing station |
information about where we are |
the bend, around which the rising water will eventually come |
rocks by the edge of the water |
the view downriver |
a bunch of birds hanging out in the water, doing bird things |
a bunch birds take off; is something happening? |
don't see it yet |
some rocks, not yet covered by water |
bank across the river |
now something might be happening |
the wave continues to approach slowly |
the wave comes around the bend |
close-up of wave |
wide view of wave |
the wave approaches the remaining birds |
the wave approaches those rocks i photographed earlier |
the wave passes where we are sitting |
the wave continues downriver |
the water may be a bit higher |
the wave is still going |
the water is definitely more turbulent |
the water looks somewhat higher overall (sorry about the water on my camera lens; it was raining throughout) |
downriver |
upriver |
the birds are still hanging out |
downriver to the bridge |
after lunch, we get back on the road in the rain |
fields, marsh, clouds |
a rainbow |
nothing but blue skies ahead |
okay, i got nothing |
i wanted to get at least one picture of the fully iconographic, nearly incomprehensible, Nova Scotia travel services signs |
Yarmouth: master of its own fate, chooser of its own town slogan |
the bay by Yarmouth |
the docks are designed around the idea that the tides are going to go up and down a lot |
that's probably our ferry |
dock ramp |
our dinner restaurant, which had a surprisingly reasonable house band (i didn't know bar house bands covered "Born This Way"; i guess in 2018 they do) |
we took advantage of our last night in Nova Scotia to actually try one of the ubiquitous Caesar mixed drinks |
iirc, mine was a blonde Caesar and Scott's was a gin Caesar; i liked mine, it's a similar principle to a michelada |