The Beatles sang the song and we traveled the road today. It was most definitely long and winding. The big blue tour bus picked us up at 8:00AM
this morning for a trip on the Cabot Trail, 187 miles (I was misinformed yesterday) of long and winding road,
after we drove an hour and a half to the jump off point. The morning was gray, foggy, and cool and
didn’t improve until some time after lunch.
Bev, our onboard tour guide, spent the morning describing beautiful
scenery that we could have seen had it not been so foggy. That’s how it would be for at least the first
half of the trek.
Our first stop was a museum for facemasks worn on a holiday
during Lent. I suppose they would be
something similar to Mardi gras masks but I don’t really know because the museum
was closed when we arrived. They knew we
were coming but apparently decided to sleep in.
It was a small museum out in Podunk and it would have probably made
their day (or week) had they not been closed.
After stretching our legs and grabbing a cup of coffee at a café next
door we got back on the bus and continued the foggy tour. Our next stop was at a gift shop, which was
also out in the middle of nowhere. They
did have free Wi-Fi, which gave me an opportunity to check my email. Once everyone was ready we hit the road again,
still unable to see very much of anything.
Next on the itinerary was an old Catholic church, built (I believe) in
1795. It was quite large, capable of
seating a couple of thousand people. The
first priest was buried in the basement.
I’m not Catholic so that seemed a little weird to me. After a walk-through and some photos we were
back on the bus and headed for lunch at a restaurant in Cheticamp. Carol Ann and I some pretty good fish and
chips.
After lunch we were on the road again. We stopped at a couple of scenic overlooks as
we drove over the mountains. Bev
described what we should be seeing and we squinted into the fog and let our
imagination run wild. We did actually
see something on that leg of the tour. A
moose! Finally, after almost six weeks
in Canada I saw one. And not too long
afterwards we saw another one! I pointed
the camera and shot through the bus window and, similar to the whale photos, I
have photographic evidence that there are at least two moose in Canada but the
photos are not very sharp.
We stopped at another museum. It was a hooked rug museum (yawn). I didn’t spend much time inside but they did
have free Wi-Fi so I checked my email again before we left.
After the hooked rug museum the bus stopped for a while at
the Keltic Lodge where we got some ice cream and walked around a bit taking
photos. By this time the fog was gone
and the sun had come out. As we were
leaving the lodge we saw another bull moose, standing in the water. Unfortunately, the bus driver didn’t see him
in time to slow down so we had no chance at a photo. That made three moose in one day.
There were no more stops before we arrived back at the RV
park at 6:30PM. We had been about three
hundred miles in ten and a half hours for stops at a facemask museum (that was
closed), a gift shop, a church, a hooked rug museum (that also had a gift
shop), a restaurant, a couple of foggy overlooks, and a lodge for ice cream. It was a bit tiring to say the least.
Tomorrow is a free day and I will probably visit the
Alexander Graham Bell museum, which is located about 20 miles from the RV park.
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