Day 4: Digby to Brier Island
It's sad how modern conveniences have rendered us useless when it comes to something as simple as a clawfoot tub. And by "us," I mean me. My apologies to Margaret and Tony for managing to get water on every surface of that cute little bathroom. It was like A Perfect Storm, if the storm took place ON the boat. Sigh.
Breakfast at Mag Pyes, of course.
|French toast with blueberries and homemade sausage. De-lish.|
Then, sadly, it was time to get on the road.
|Trout cove, maybe? I started to lose count.|
|Sandy cove. Someone smart camped here last night.|
|Even smarter--he's keeping his beer cool.|
|A little fixer-upper in the middle of nowhere|
|A shout out to my brother and his kin.|
|I enjoyed my birthday muffin at Whale Cove after giving directions to some nice people in terrible French.|
|Fantastic corn chowder at Levena's Catch Cafe before hitting the ferry to Brier Island.|
|My home for the night--the Brier Lodge|
|Mowing the lawn at the Lodge is Ronnie the goat and his sheep friends.|
From here, I took a jaunt down to Seal Cove. You know, to see seals.
|I probably took 200 pictures; be glad you're looking at six.|
|A lighthouse on the other side of the island|
|Back to the Lodge for an awesome lobster roll and another gratuitous sheep shot|
|And back to Seal Cove as the tide came in and the sun went down|
|This seal was a total flirt and kept coming up and staring, then making a big splash going back down|