We boarded the giant blue tour bus at 9:00AM this morning
for a tour of Fortress Louisburg, a French fort and community from the
1740’s. On two separate occasions the
British took the fortress by siege and the last time they destroyed it
completely, removing much of the stone for other building projects. The original plans for the fortress were
found in the 1960’s and the Canadian government undertook a 20-year project to
reconstruct one-fifth of the original fortress.
Volunteer re-enactors dress in period costume to demonstrate what life
was like for the French soldiers and civilians who once occupied the fortress.
The site was covered in dense fog when we first arrived,
making photography extremely difficult.
By the time we left at 2:00PM the sun was coming out and the fog
retreating. When we arrived at our next
stop, Louisburg’s Lighthouse Point, it was all blue sky and sunshine. The original lighthouse
was built in the 1730’s and the current lighthouse is the third one to occupy
the site.
We were back at the RV park in mid-afternoon so I managed to
sneak in a nap before our “bag party” at 7:00PM. A couple of weeks ago we were each given a
brown grocery bag in which we were to place a $5.00 gift. In the clubroom tonight we all sat in a
circle with the paper bag gifts in the center.
Paul, our Wagon Master, gave each person a playing card (I had the four
of diamonds). From another deck he would
draw a card, announce it, and the person holding that card would take a bag
from the center, or “steal” one from another person. Many of the items were gag gifts that
resulted in quite a bit of fun. I have
said several times that we have yet to
see a moose. Well, the paper bag that I
randomly chose from the circle contained a key ring with a small plush moose
dressed in camouflage. After making
statements about not seeing a moose, I thought that my selecting a moose, in camo no less, was quite
a coincidence. But then I noticed an
attached handwritten note that read, “There are moose out there. They’re just camouflaged!” It was like the gift had been intended
specifically for me and I just happened to pick it out from the 44 paper bags. Eerie.
Tomorrow we go on an all day bus tour of the Cabot Trail,
which meanders for about 65 miles along the coastline of Cape Breton. There should be plenty of photo ops if it isn’t
foggy AND if they let us off the bus to take photos. You know how I hate taking them through a window.
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