Peggy’s Cove Lighthouse (with a sunset)

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.

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.




Peggy’s Cove Lighthouse (in the fog)

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.

Terence Bay Lighthouse

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.

Halifax Harbor

From the wilds of Cape Breton, we traveled to Nova Scotia’s capital city, Halifax. We arrived in the late afternoon, so after we checked into the hotel, we wandered down to the harbor (or harbour, as the Canadians would write). We passed by the Old Burying Ground, so of course we had to stop because I love a good, old cemetery.





It was a really pleasant walk down to the harbor, and I loved seeing some of the historic buildings.



But it didn’t compare with the view of the harbor.


It was a perfect evening to relax near the water.




It was a promising introduction to Halifax.

The Sunrise Trail, Nova Scotia

Our first adventure in Nova Scotia was going to be driving the Cabot Trail, the road that traverses the perimeter of Cape Breton Island. But first, we had to get there. What better route to take than the Sunrise Trail, or what the visitor center called, the Mini Cabot Trail? It truly did give us a glimpse into what to expect, but it also had a beauty all its own.








I couldn’t get over how beautiful it was to drive along these flower-lined roads with a view of the sea out ahead of us.


I also kept falling in love with each cottage we saw, no matter the state of disrepair. In fact,the weathered clapboard just made me love it more. I would love to fix up this little home.


Or maybe this one. Wouldn’t it be so quaint?


We didn’t see a shack we didn’t love, and this one with the red trim was exceptional.


And the perfect backdrop for a photo.


I promise, Erica does have an arm to go with that gorgeous Pantene hair.

I loved curving around the cape and coming across this gorgeous scene.


We drove down to a marina and found a little hut for lunch. Around the bend was this private little dining nook. We didn’t eat there (a picnic bench near the hut was perfect for our poutine and hot dogs), but it looked so sweet.


And of course, it isn’t a drive around a cape without a lighthouse at the end.


Leaving Prince Edward Island

It was a cold, foggy morning when we left the island. We took the Wood Islands Ferry over to Nova Scotia.







It was quite crowded, so Erica and I ended up leaving our bags at a table to save our spot while we watched Prince Edward Island dissolve into the fog behind us. That’s how we met a wonderful couple from Ontario. The husband was a dead ringer for Cliff Clavin. They chastised us for leaving our bags unattended and laughed when we shrugged and said, “Eh, it’s Canada.” They said that attitude definitely wouldn’t work in Toronto, even if it is Canada. We had a lovely chat with them and got some advice from their recent experience in Nova Scotia.

I hated to say good-bye to PEI. When I was planning our trip there, I had a hard time knowing how to split our time between Prince Edward Island and Nova Scotia. I think I could definitely have used an extra day or two (or seven or fourteen) on PEI, but there was also a lot to look forward to in Nova Scotia.

Panmure Island and Montague

When we left Cavendish, we headed to the other side of the island. We were going to stay the night in Montague, so we could be closer to the Wood Islands ferry early in the morning. We stopped off at the hotel, which was actually a little cottage on the river, dropped off our bags, changed into swimwear and headed to Panmure Island. Before hitting the beach, though, we visited the lighthouse because we were trying to see them all.


I had hoped that visiting in July would mean more beach time, but each time we tried, it was actually windy and a little too cold. So we visited the beach in swimsuits and cardigans. But it was still lovely to lay out in the sun and read or just close my eyes and feel the breeze and the sand in my hands.


Later that night, we decided to have a picnic on the deck outside of our cottage. It overlooked the Montague River and its wharf. So we ate KFC and waited for the stars to come out, so I could try and capture the night sky.




I’m pretty sure this is my hand accidentally passing in front of the lens during the long exposure, but I like the way it turned out.


It was a magical way to spend the last night on a magical island.