It was so relaxing to be able to spend two night in the same place but now we were on the big move again with the caravan in tow heading down the freeway system through Halifax and to the South Coast – not to be confused with the “East Coast” or the “French Coast” or “Cape Breton Coast.” Derek, Melanie’s son, had said not to miss Peggy’s Cove so we headed for it. What he didn’t tell us was that he told a lot of other people the same thing because the area was knee deep in tour buses and motorcycle clubs. Where is the solitude? We dropped anchor for the night at Glen Margaret on huge Margarets Bay in a commercial RV park with electrical plug ins.
We saw what drew people to this part of Nova Scotia. When the continental glaciers receded, they dropped huge boulders that they were carrying leaving the landscape littered with them. Peggys Cove was a tiny working fishing settlement that happened to be in this very picturesque portion of the coast. It was a photographers’ paradise and I quickly fell under its charm prompting a round of dueling cameras between Melanie and myself.
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