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.