Showing posts with label Cape Breton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cape Breton. Show all posts

Sunday, August 26, 2018

Have You Been to Meat Cove?

Meat Cove from he end of the trail

I knew where Meat Cove was, and drove by the sign for the road to Meat Cove, but in 50 years of living in Nova Scotia I have never made that turn and actually drove to Meat Cove. This year while spending a week in Cape Breton, I finally visited this community.

According to Wikipedia, Meat Cove is a fishing community located at the most northern tip of Nova Scotia. I discovered that this is partially true . . . .

The road to Meat Cove branches off from the Cabot Trail at Cape North and is very much a “Secondary Road”. It twists and turns up and down through the highlands along the coast. Starting out paved it becomes dirt than paved then dirt then paved and finally dirt into the community. In places there is a shear drop off the hillside with no guardrail on the side of the road. Although the road does not actually “end" in Meat Cove, it deteriorates into a rutted washed out track requiring more ground clearance than my Camary provided.
Beer & Seafood at the Chowder House


Although Wikipedia called this a “Fishing” community I would say this was more history than current fact. There was no fishing wharf, no boats and no fishermen. There is a campground perched on a cliff and a restaurant along with a few houses and that is about it. There is actually little evidence that there was ever much more there; if fact, the cove is so small there is not room for much more. Listings say there are 65 residents, but that must include people living on the road into Meat Cove.

Regis taking in the views
The fact that there is little here did not seem to matter on the day we drive to Meat Cove; arriving at the end of the road we had a difficult time finding a place to park to have lunch at the little Chowder House restaurant across from the campground, there were that many people here.

After a delicious lunch, we took the server's advice and followed a unmarked but well used hiking trail to an elevated headland which gave a wonderful view back over the area as well as both the Atlantic Ocean and The Gulf of St Laurence.

Then we walked down into the cove itself to discover a beach covered with Inukshuks. It looked like all these little statues I saw on this summer's drive to Lac Seul had been magically transported here to Meat Cove. Leaving the cove I discovered another hike this one a boardwalk along the river leading down to the cove. I took the hike while Regis went to retrieve the car.

BUT, I'm still not sure why it is called Meat Cove?
Wow Inukshuks Here in Cape Breton


Sunday, July 23, 2017

Beach Mystery


A beautiful day at the beach
Here is a mystery for you . . . .

It has been windy the past few days here in Cape Breton, and although I am a five minute walk to the beach, I could hear the waved crashing on the shore all day yesterday. Early this morning I decided to walk down to the beach, and see what the wind and waves brought ashore. I did not find much washed onto the beach, but I did find a mystery.

Washing Ashore
Well above the high tide line sitting on a rock was a pair of pants and a jacket. I left them there as sometimes people are exploring like I was and will return, but after walking all the way down the beach I continued to be alone wandering the beach. Going back to the items, I thought I’d check for any ID, thinking I might be able to return the items. They were good quality items, “Clairbourn” or some other “designer” label. There was no real identification in either item, but there was a dry envelope (so they did not wash ashore . .) from Sprott School of Business, Carleton University. The front of the envelope had a hand written note in two different handwriting “for deposit – 70487106” and the name “Brian Peters”. On the back was a post-it note from smith&nephew with a list of things to do.
Left Behind

            Take cheques /deposit
            ?Pat Johnson
            De-caf coffee
            Dental plan?
Joe’s house

What a strange collection of tasks?

The Lost & Found Rock
A quick internet search did not turn up any likely “Brian Peters”, and “Smith & Nephew” is a medical research company and there was no Brian Peters associated with the site I could quickly see.

Now folk seem to routinely leave clothing items on this beach, and the locals seem to just bring found items out and lay them on a flat rock at the end of the path to the beach, hoping the owner returns to look for things. I have been here three weeks and the pair of women’s leopard pattern underwear that were there when I arrived are still on the rock, and a number of other items have been added.

You do have to wonder how this pair of pants and jacket got left on the beach. A few to many beer, or just forgetful after a day relaxing on the beach, but the mysterious envelope and odd list do make you wonder what went on?


Saturday, November 19, 2016

Rockin'


Australia Rocks!
I have a friend who has a summer retreat in Cape Breton, and on a walk there I discovered fascinating patterns in the sandstone cliffs that I took many pictures of. I meant to do a post on that, and now here in Australia, in a country so different from back home I discovered a little cove with very similar rock patterns. The post therefore will be mostly pictures. The first two are from Nova Scotia, the rest are from Gosford, Australia. Can you tell the difference?

The trees may be different, and the folks down here may speak a lot differently but I think the rocks are pretty much the same.
Cape Breton

 
Cape Breton

Australia

Australia

Australia

Australia

Australia