Reluctantly leaving Prince Edward Island and our dear friends, Linda and Fred, we stopped briefly at a Highland Games that happened to be located, conveniently on our way to the ferry that we planned to take from PEI to Nova Scotia. Our expectations were somewhat deflated when we saw how small it was,
with the highlight seemingly on Highland Dancing. It was worth the cost of admission, however, to see the little girls who were just darling with their beautiful costumes and their earnest intent on their dance. After watching them a bit, having lunch
and a nap, listening to the Celtic music and watching the Games (there were fewer than 15 contestants in both the men’s and women’s category together), we hurried on down the road and caught the ferry.After a 60 minute boat ride, we arrived at Pictou, Nova Scotia, and headed for the first Tourist Information building we could find. I
think I should insert her that my husband is thoroughly sick of “information stops” as I think the more info you have the better and I think he’s just tired of carrying around this info and the time it takes to get it. However, we did have access to the Internet, briefly, and in Nova Scotia, the information “agents” will even book you places to stay. They must have been the most helpful public employees that we came across. The first lady we talked to in Nova Scotia found us a place to stay after more than a half hour of looking. She also gave me some great literature.
August 2, we found ourselves in a Provencal Park in Whycocomagh (pronounced Why-cog-go-ma) in the middle section of Cape Breton in Nova Scotia. Nova Scotia is a big peninsula attached to New Brunswick, with a big island (Cape Breton) connected by a causeway. It is beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!
Loved all of the Scottish names of the cities, New Glasgow, Iona, Inverness, and, okay, they have other cities named New London, Sydney, and Denmark, but I sort of am drawn to the Scottish ones! We decided to stay a few days in Whycocomagh now and then when we came back through, on the way back from Newfoundland and Labrador, we would pick up some mail that we had arranged to have sent to us.
e took a drive around one of the loops called the “Celeigh Trail” mainly because there was a Celtic Music Interpretive Center in a place called Judique. http://www.celticmusicsite.com/So we started off bright and early and drove the loop. Rugged mountains, picturesque views of little towns, beautiful coast lines on the bay, and coastline on the Gulf of the St Lawrence.
Made it to the Interpretive Center in time for lunch and the lunchtime entertainment they call a celeigh. A caleigh is actually the Celtic term of a kitchen party, not necessarily with music, although it often includes music. This entertainment was Celtic music; imagine that (at the Celtic Music Interpretive Center). We enjoyed the luncheon and the music and then we started back to camp. We saw that there was a “short cut” across the island that ended up only a few miles down from where we were camped.
It was not a paved road, but really, not too bad of a road, then it got a little, worse, and a little worse, and a little worseR! I was white knuckle clutching the steering wheel, but still went on. Then the “two roads diverged” and I, after conferring briefly with my navigator, veered left. Did you perhaps notice I didn’t say RIGHT? Before Les and I could blink, Maggie had continued our trek down this road. So we bumbled on down. Brief thoughts of going back to the fork in the road entered my head, but did I listen to reason, “Oh, No!” The further we got down this road the less traveled it was and I swear, the further we got away from our camp – or at least it felt like it. Finally, we got to a point where the road was so muddy I stopped the car and changed places with Les. It was about here where I started praying in earnest. And all you people out there that have been saying prayers for us – they WORKED! Because I tell you that I really wasn’t certain that we would be able to drive out of that mud hole! But with my terrific husband’s driving prowess we made it home, after miles and miles and MILES of less than 5 mph in 4 wheel drive. We drove in rutted roads that must have touched the bottom of the jeep; we went across a couple of bridges that were really scary.
One was a wooden bridge that you could see the water running beneath it (that's the jeep going across the bridge that Les wouldn't let me stay in the jeep when he crossed it) and then there was that bridge (?) made up of just branches laid across the ditch. Every time we thought the road was getting better, it got worse! I was so scared I even forgot to take pictures of the really bad roads. But eventually, we managed to get out of there. We figure it was an old logging road that hadn’t been used for some years. (That’s how I spent your birthday, Stewart!)
We talked about our travels and they, theirs. We told them we were headed up the Cabot Trail the next day and they had a few suggestions for us as far as what to see and where there were some good places to eat. They told us of their Maple Tree farm in Ontario and that they made maple syrup. Got our attention real quick. When Les started asking questions and showing a lot of interest, they invited us up to help them make syrup next March. (Don’t these people understand, if they ask, we will come?)
The next day we drove the Cabot Trail. http://www.cabottrail.travel/ What an extraordinary beautiful area. Very mountainous, very rugged, uphill and down (glad we were dragging the Casita), and the sea view was terrific.
We found a wonderful seafood place to eat at, with a wonderful view of the Gulf of St. Lawrence. After lunch we drove the northern tip of the island, Meat Cove – where
the road ran out, and then down the eastern edge of Cape Breton – gotta say, the eastern side was a bit boring, until we got to Baddeck (see Nova Scotia II).Almost
forgot, early on in our days journey we passed by Joe's Scarecrow Farm. We've seen grouping of metal sculptures in a couple of different places in our travels, but this was our first scarecrow farm, and Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore and these are definitely NOT Kansas Scarecrows! The picture is of a scarecrow wedding! (I was thinking of my neice, Andrea's wedding coming up - it was sort of spooky!)
It is a recreated Highland Village of early Nova Scotia, starting with a black house like what many of the immigrants from Scotland left when they immigrated to Nova Scotia. You walked around the grounds of this park, visiting the buildings that show the progression of the way of life for the first years of "civilization" in Nova Scotia. In some of the buildings people in garb of that period showed linen was made from flax, a general store was run, what a blacksmith did in those days, then there was a church, that still have services today and a barn with animals and machinery – It was a nice little way to spend an hour or two, learning about the culture of the area.
Then we went down to a waterfront park that we were told had live music every week.
There was seating around a little stage and a big parking lot that filled up like a drive in theater (see picture). Leaving Les to save our places in the seating area I walked along the beach while the music was being played and found some Nova Scotia sea glass, which I’m very excited about.
It’s a lot different from the sea glass I was picking up in Texas, much smoother and round. While walking on the beach I met up with a young man, Ben, who was traveling around the country. He was from Vancouver Island in British Columbia. We talked for a while; I gave him our travel card and hope to meet up with him again. He was headed for Newfoundland as well, so I thought I’d keep an eye out for him while we were there. 
















All too soon, our two weeks on Manitoulin Island was over and we began our traveling once again.
We never were able to see from one side of Horseshoe Falls to the other as the spray was just like a cloud right in the middle of the falls - it was still terribly impressive! After wandering around all afternoon, we stopped and I went in to see "Niagara's Fury" which was a animated 
























