Realizing that we have rounded the bend and are now headed home, Carolyn hauled out the pebble we gathered at Qualicum Beach...
And made a deposit at Murphy's Cove.
At nearby Taylor Head on the south coast of Nova Scotia, we encounter a beached sea monster.
Peggy's Cove is all that it is cracked up to be, from this sculpture in living granite (fisherfolk have time on their hands in the off season).
To picturesque vignettes everywhere you look.
We were there on a blustery day which probably means less tourists per square inch. At it's heart, a working village, population: 35
A great surprise was The Ovens. A beach with sea caves which had a gold rush in the 1860s.
People were still panning on the beach.
Not Fred Flinstones car; quartz intrusions were ground up with these stones for local slucing.
Lehavre had the best City Hall so far. Local government cut to the bone.
Cape St Mary is the western extreme of Nova Scotia. Now heading along the Fundy shore...
Where we camp in fog at Blomidon...
And the bottom drops out of the ocean at Wolfville.
Stay tuned.
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