Day 12 - hiking on the Cabot Trail

July 25

The Cabot Trail.

This morning we woke to showers.  The weather was one word - miserable.  Steve and I wondered if we would be cottage ridden today.

Then Cheryl, one of our hostel mates, told us she would be doing a hike if the weather improved.
And the weather did improve.  It was still too crappy for a ride, but good enough for a hike.  Cheryl invited Steve and I to tag along, and so we did.

We found out the hike Cheryl wanted to do was very misty, so we decided Corny Brook would be our hike.

It was a nice, quiet, beautiful hike.  The path was alive with birch trees.

On occasion we spotted wild life.  Steve, and Karen, our Australian friend from the hostel, spouted some wild grouse and gave chase with their camera lenses.  It was a family, and as such, could not be left from being captured in time.

During the hike I got to know Cheryl.  She is a retired nurse from Calgary, and is passionate about travelling, especially when it involves a hike!

Cheryl was a very kind, generous woman.  Before leaving on the hike, she knew I had no breakfast, as I had not made it into town yet for supplies.  So she offered to make me one. And it was wonderful.  My meal of a turkey sandwich, with a banana and apple hit the spot!

\The four of us spent the afternoon hiking the quiet trail, stopping on a few occasions to photograph each other (or sometimes as a group) standing in front of picturesque waterfalls.

On our drive back to the hostel we saw a restaurant in Cheticamp (an Acadian town) offering free fiddle music.  We decided on the spot to make this our supper destination for the evening.

The company was great, as was the fiddle music.  While our two fiddlers played, a young girl from the audience in a pretty dress got up and danced an Irish gig.  Ahhh, Maritime culture at its finest!
I ordered chowder, while Steve had lobster and Cheryl white crab.  Karen opted for a seafood pasta dinner.

While we waited for dinner, I walked over to the window and snapped photos. The sun was setting over the water, and a fishing boat in the foreground made for a beautiful picture.

At 10pm we left the restaurant and headed home.  No ride occured today, but that hardly mattered to me. The four of us had a wonderful time.