We started the morning in Halifax with a delicious local and organic breakfast with the lovely Maggie Knight from Leadnow. Next, our last stop before heading out of town was the Fairview Cemetery.
Random shpeal about being pulled over again by a cop for those of you who care, but really this entire paragraph can be skipped if you’re not related to me… I’ll put it in brackets to emphasize that point. (On our drive there we were pulled over by a police officer doing a routine check for up to date vehicle inspections. Since our van is registered in Alberta, where inspections aren’t required, the Ho family hasn’t had one in years, and has been driving with a harmless, albeit very large, crack along the bottom of the windshield. The cop wasn’t too impressed and gave us a hard time about the lack of inspection and the crack for quite a while. Finally, we were sure she would give us a ticket when she was finally informed by a colleague that inspections aren’t required in Alberta. Suddenly her frown turned upside down and she bid us a much more friendly goodbye and good luck. Two narrow misses with this whole getting pulled over business! Also apparently we attract cops, we hit another routine inspection along our drive later in the day as well. But anyway… On to much more interesting topics….)
The Fairview Cemetery is home to a few dozen graves from those lost in the Titanic disaster, including one belonging to J. Dawson, the real person on whom DiCaprio’s role in the film was based on. Another grave marks the body of ‘The Unknown Child’ who I mentioned in my previous blog post.
After this it was time to hit the road to the many little villages and towns along the South Shore. First stop, Prospect, a quaint little town that seems to be skimmed over by most tourists. The colors of the houses light up the scene and contrast the rocky formations jutting out into the deep blue sea. It’s impossible not to be enchanted.
Finally, as evening was beginning to encroach, we made our way to our final destination of the day, Lunenburg, and we fell in love. Because campgrounds are not yet open in this neck of the woods and there are no hostels in town we stayed at a local inn, The Brigantine. Although, to be fair the inn only cost slightly more than the nearest hostel would have anyway. We had a little room in this gorgeous, robins egg building that looked over the wharves.
After a full day of sightseeing we decided to stay close to home and ate in the adjoined restaurant. We shared a delicious Cajun seafood stew and plate of forty fresh, and oh so tasty, mussels (the latter which cost a mere $10!). Spent the evening in the room doing some much needed catch up on various work, emails and uploading of photos (we already have well over a thousand). Then headed back downstairs for another flight of seven local beers to try, because boy do we love our microbrews. Winner: the Farmhouse Ale from North Brewing in Halifax.
We started the day with a lovely breakfast overlooking the harbour. It had warmed up enough for us to be able to sit out on the balcony. Charissa and I have been sharing all of our meals so that we get to taste as many new flavours and eats as possible, which has been a lot of fun. This morning we enjoyed salted cod cakes on molasses baked beans with a rhubarb relish, and Atlantic salmon on a potato rosti with arugula and poached eggs. All kinds of yum.
Luckily, before we left town, we stumbled upon the Ironworks Distillery, which makes amazingly delicious brandy, rum, vodka, and liqueurs from locally sourced fruit. As per our consistently fabulous timing we arrived right at the beginning of the only tour of the day. It was super cool to see the process for making these amazing fruity blends. The owner took a liking to us and after everyone else had left took us for an extra peak into the back rooms to check out the cranberry processing. They had so much more than their products to share with us. The Ironworks Distillery is packed with history as it was the building in which the iron for both the Bluenose and the Bounty, along with many other historic ships, was constructed. The owners are also just overflowing with kindness and joy. It took a lot for us to pull ourselves away and hit the road to North Sydney.
NEWFOUNDLAND! We are here. We are here. We are here!!!
Off the ferry by 7:30 in the morning. First stop: Tim Horton’s for a much needed caffeine boost and opportunity to change out of our matching UVic sweat pants and into something slightly more presentable. Then we hauled across the province for nine hours to Brigus, in Mi’kmaq territory. Driving through Newfoundland is a lot more like driving through BC. Being surrounded by forests again was really nice, interrupted every so often by a lake, river or brook. It’s a pretty gorgeous landscape. We did get to see one moose off the side of the highway, albeit only very briefly. I named him Ambrose. In case you were wondering.
Spent the rest of the evening enjoying the fact that we have the entire house to ourselves. Looking forward to exploring the little town tomorrow morning and heading to St. John’s.
Love and peace!