I still remember my breakfast at the Finer Diner on the morning we left Peggy’s Cove. It was a delicious corned beef hash, and it may have been one of the best meals of the whole trip. And that’s counting a lot of lobster.
And it didn’t hurt that this was our view during breakfast.
One of the things I love about having a rental car and driving on vacation is stumbling along places like Mahone Bay.
I really want a floating house on a lake. Is that too much to ask?
I also loved all of the colorful houses and wished that I could take pictures of them all!
Luckily, there were plenty of colorful, beautiful houses in Lunenburg, our next stop. And I had plenty of time to take photos there.
Even though I liked the fog when we first arrived in Peggy’s Cove, I was thrilled to see it dissipate just in time for the sun to set. Erica and I quickly drove back to the village from our motel up the road. Along with just about everyone else. The rocks were packed with people also wanting to take a photo of Peggy’s Point Lighthouse at sunset.
This is only a few of the people there.
And I can’t blame them. I mean…
It was pretty incredible! And if we were patient, the crowd would clear enough that we could quickly snap a few photos sans people. Except this one couple.
They really took their time, posing for lots of photos of each other, and basically trying our patience. But we persevered and they finally moved on. Phew.
We stopped at the memorial for the Swissair Flight 111 crash that took place off the coast in 1998. It’s a little unsettling how many memorials to crashes we found along the coast, but it was a really peaceful place with a beautiful view.
We knew about the lighthouse at Peggy’s Cove, of course, but I didn’t expect to also find such a cute town. I kind of fell in love with it.
One of the residents of Peggy’s Cove, William deGarthe, carved this monument to the fishermen and the community.
Something I loved about these fishing villages is that, while tourists flock to them, they are still living villages. When we were in Cavendish at Avonlea Village, I was disappointed that the colorful lobster buoys hanging the side of a fast food restaurant weren’t authentic. They were exactly what I had pictured, but they were artificial. It was much more satisfying to see the real tools used. And they were just as colorful.
As we drove back to our hotel, I spotted this cottage with the yellow door and had to stop. I want to live here.
At first, I was disappointed that Peggy’s Cove was all fogged in. We ate lunch and hoped the fog would lift. It didn’t. But it didn’t take long before I realized that I loved the fog and wind. It made everything so dramatic.
We loved just hanging out on the rocks and watching the waves crash. Our friends from the ferry had warned us not to step on the black rocks, though, because you could be swept out into the ocean if you did that. Duly noted. We definitely stayed off those. More from Peggy’s Cove later.
In our quest to visit every lighthouse on our route, we made a slight detour during our drive from Halifax to Peggy’s Cove to see the Terence Bay Lighthouse. On the way, we came across a memorial to the shipwreck of the SS Atlantic. It was such a peaceful spot, especially in the fog.
Erica read up about the shipwreck of the steamship that happened in 1873. Out of 950 people on board, more than half of them perished. However, the number would have been much higher if it hadn’t been for the courageous efforts of the people near Terence Bay.
We could barely make out the lighthouse across the harbor in the dense fog.
We drove closer to the lighthouse, but it still took some scrambling over rocks and through water to reach it. It was worth it.
Such a perfect little spot, especially on a foggy morning.
Out of all the things in Halifax, I was looking forward to the Public Gardens the most. Public gardens promise all sorts of material for a photographer, and the one in Halifax certainly made good.
I loved coming across so many people in the garden taking a break from their day and reading on benches.
There were so many beautiful spots in the Halifax Public Gardens. I wanted to claim them all for my own.
But this spot on a bench hidden under tree branches was my very favorite, especially with the light shining just so.
You can’t really miss the citadel when you visit Halifax. It’s atop a large hill in what seemed like the center of town. To be honest, I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to visit it, not least because I didn’t know for sure if it would be worth the hike up the aforementioned hill.
However, the walk up wasn’t too bad, and I think it was definitely worth it. I had the good fortune to visit with Dr. Erica Morin, professor of American History, who also happened to grow up near some forts in upstate New York, so it was like having my own private tour guide.