Walk With Me

Yes, we're going back to the park. The sun unexpectedly came out so it's the very best thing to do. Don't forget your house key--or your camera! This is the main entrance to the park. I usually sneak in the back way but today I'll give you the grand tour.

Fall foliage, lush carpet.

We're not the only ones to enjoy a walk in the park.
Woof softly but carry a big stick!



This time we go right through the park to the pier. There's no fishing or crabbing allowed for the next few weeks but there are big fish jumping out there! The gulls seem pretty interested.

Let's go down for a better view.


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Deep Cove Stone Heads

One of the things I enjoy doing on my visits "home" is to go to Deep Cove, about a half hour's walk away at a good pace. Today I walked there with my sister and our mother, so it was a much more leisurely stroll.

One of the rewards of the walk is the beautiful view of the marina, mountains and cove. (do click for a better view)

A water taxi collects people at this wharf to take them to their homes further up Indian Arm -- about as far as the elbow, I guess. (click to enlarge)

Other rewards are some amazing chocolate glazed donuts and good strong coffee which we greedily and happily consumed while sitting on a park bench, gazing at these stone heads in front of the Deep Cove Cultural Centre. The art gallery was closed today, which means I'll have an excellent reason to return...as if I needed one!

Some Maritime Flavour

What is the symbolism of calling one's boat "Rant & Rave" I wonder.


"Have ye ever been to sea, Billy?" I'd say not recently.


All settled in for the night.


Les cages aux folles?


A perfect opportunity to take a long walk off a short pier.

We went to visit friends in Alma (home of the highest tides in the world, apparently) two weekends ago. The lobster traps were still on the pier there. This weekend, we were forced to eat lobster as they were on sale for $6.99/lb. (live ones were $5.77!) We couldn't eat all we bought so have frozen leftovers to make seafood chowder in the near future. My Acadian friends tell me they used to try and trade their lobster sandwiches at school for the baloney ones the anglos had, and that lobsters were spread on the front lawns as fertilizer. I like lobster well enough, as long as someone cracks it for me and serves me the juicy parts. Don't touch that green stuff, though!