Today we headed out to Peggy's Cove. The ride from Halifax was really short and the coastal road was again picturesque. You can easily miss the town from the road if it wasn't for all the signs of restaurants, B&B's and gift shops riding the wave of Peggy Cove's famous name. I found it particularly sad that so much commercialization can be gained from tragedy. We took many pictures and here are just a few.
Because it's Sunday, the post office in the lighthouse was closed, but I paid for the postage to have a postcard mailed tomorrow. I mailed it to my parents in Ottawa, because they would really appreciate the fact that this was the farthest point east we have travelled.
After making room for the five bus tours coming up the hill, we drove for the rest of the day, and after some almost wrong turns and a few actual wrong turns, we found our campsite for the night. We were very lucky to find an RV park with some camp sites right on the edge of the sea. Since we are once again on the Bay of Fundy's outer edge, we could finally see a low and high tide, and the speed with which the high tide came in was astounding. On the pictures below, I am standing next to a rock on the beach one hour after low tide, and the next picture of the beach three hours later, where the rock has disappeared. One of the locals suggested I stand on the rock, but I am too chicken for that!
Herman ventured into the sea, and said it was as cold as in Cape Town, and that's very cold. Excuses, excuses (giggle).
We will head off to Moncton tomorrow and some more adventure. The journey is great!
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