I was coming out of the hair salon early Saturday morning when I received a message from Leslie. I was standing in my dear friends wedding that day, but as I looked down at my phone the text added even extra excitement to the day.
Les had booked a flight to Halifax in 3 weeks and wanted to know if I’d like to join?
What a question…
My mind was in, but was my bank account?
I have some extensive travel plans for 2017- could I do it all?
I put the idea on pause as the beauty of the wedding surrounded us all. As I sat at the head table I turned to my fellow bridesmaid Laura and mentioned the idea to her. She said very matter- of factly, “ you should go”.
It didn’t take much. Next thing I knew I was on the phone with Leslie, booking a flight out of Toronto and searching off the beaten trails in east coast Canada.
With only a four day venture ahead of us, we made the most of what we could in the area.
I had remembered a good ole road trip with the fam to the East Coast back in 04’. Dang I was only 15. We took a 3 week road trip to the Maritimes and hit up every National Historic Site and Park on the eastern seaboard. I specifically remember learning about how “ Cod is God” and how sad I was at the grocery store when they put a live lobster in microwave and it started screaming. The saddest!
So, Les got off work in the states at 7:30pm. We each attempted to get to bed extra early that night so we could wake up at 1am for a road trip to T.O. We departed Windsor at 1:30am a swung into Toronto at 5:30am. No problems, no regrets.
We hit up a Booster juice at the airport and took our seats on the plane of slumber.
As we flew in to Halifax Stanfield Airport I looked down at the flooding of trees below me. It was gorgeous. It was the peak of fall and the mist through the evergreens made it very eerie and ever so welcoming.
We picked up our car rental from the airport, some sort of Buick SUV. Perhaps they figured we had a family in tow? Either way the Buick Boat was extra roomy and I had no objections to heated leather seats. As we cruised in style through Dartmouth and crossed the river into Halifax. I took in the east coast vibes and we dined at the ever so conscious enVie restaurant.
The tiredness of the flight and hadn’t hit us yet, so we were itching to see what the east coast could offer us. Right off the bat we set in the direction of Peggy’s Cove. Yet we found ourselves in a little deserted cove called Prospect. I couldn’t wait to touch the Atlantic, and the smell of salty, fishy air confirmed our arrival.
We arrived at Peggy’s Cove, and of course it was pretty packed, I think we found more enjoyment with the colors and little untouched inlets along the coast. We cranked up Leahy, and any other east coast celtic Canadian band we could think of, it really set the mood.
We made it back to Halifax that night feelin pretty tired. We met Andrew who hosted us in the basement of his house. It was a great Air BnB, super cute, clean and access to Apple TV and Netflix. So great.
The next day we set off early to explore more of the coast, hitting up places like Lunenburg and Kejimijikuk National Seashore Park- which we were determined to pronounce properly.
That night we headed back into Halifax for a Ghost Walk through the old Citadel. A National Historic Fort preserved for daily tours- but instead we took an hour with a group through the depths of the Fort, hearing about past and present day ghost stories. Really great! Not to scary, but still creepy as the wind howled through the walls. I’m glad we were only there for an hour! Kudos to the plane magazine for this travel idea.
The following days we drove north up to the Bay of Fundy where we had some stellar views and even better weather. It was a perfect day for a hike, and we hiked the entirety of Cape Spear, a peninsula that jets out into the Bay of Fundy, in the north part of Nova Scotia. There were a few trail runners that did the entirety of the trail in 1 hour. It probably took us a good 4 hours to walk it. We picnicked on the peak of Cape Spear and sort of got lost through the bush on the way back. But all good all good, our sense of direction grew that day. No compass needed here.
For the last of our time on the East Coast we needed to see a good sunset. I guess it doesn’t make huge sense as we are on the east coast – but let me tell you it did not disappoint. We headed to Burntcoat Park, a location with the highest tides in the world- no joke.We walked, jumped and danced on the ocean floor- mostly because it was becoming really cold, really fast. I kept worrying that the tide was going to come sweeping in any minute! But I was assured that in takes hours.
Ending our time on the ocean floor was spectacular. I can confidently say I lived in a group of Seven painting for a few days. It makes me want to go out and advocate for my country. Continue to go and see culture, beauty, and the vastness of what Canada has to offer. Canada is so huge and there seriously are endless trails, villages, forests inlets, lakes to explore. Always proud to be Canadian, and thankful for an amazingly beautiful country to live in.
Go out and go far.