Nova Scotia: Scarecrows and Thunderstorms

Yesterday we were finally starting our five month road trip to New England, heading north through Georgia, happy to be on the move again. As we approached Valdosta the sky darkened ominously,  lightening flashed all around  and thunder cracked above. Then came the deluge. Not good for driving a 33 foot motor home with car in tow.  We inched off the next exit and pulled into a truck stop to sit out the storm.

Killing time Rich and I debated which  thunder storm we encountered in our travels was the worst. It wasn’t much of a debate, it was the killer storm we survived in Nova Scotia. We were a month into a tour of the Canadian Maritime Provinces: New Brunswick, Nova Scotia and Prince Edward Island, (we were adding Newfoundland, as well.) We had crossed Corso Straits to Cape Breton and set up camp in Baddeck. We settled in planning to drive the Cabot Trail and finalize preparations to ferry to Newfoundland.

We awoke at 2:30 AM to the worst electrical storm we’ve ever been in. It wasn’t like the one we were currently sitting out, fast moving and soon to be gone. We had crashing thunder, lightening and torrential rain for a solid two hours. It sat directly over our heads. It was continuous and unrelenting. The motor home rattled and shimmied but held it’s own and sprung no leaks.  Our golder retriever, Lissa was so frightened she jumped on the bed with us until it was over, something she never does.

The morning dawned, the weather still unsettled but dry.  Most of the campers had abandoned their tents for the safety of their cars and were in the process of setting equipment out to dry. Despite the mix of sun, rain and clouds, we proceeded with our planned exploration of the Cabot Trail, a 170 mile drive around the northern shore of Cape Breton.  It was here we stumbled upon Joe’s Scarecrow.  An exhibit of dozens of strangely outfitted scarecrows that attracted quite a crowd.

Cape Breton National Park was a favorite spot on the tour. High mountains, great vistas, granite rocks and rugged shorelines.  The sun shown brightly as we arrived at Neil’s Harbour. We celebrated with a fine lunch at the Chowder House as we enjoyed the view, our frightful night long forgotten.

Click on photo below to see more pictures.

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About JudithC99

Wanderer. Writer. Artist. Photographer. Learner. Traveler of the Red Roads

5 comments

  1. Diann Schultz

    Nice story.

  2. Ellen Joyce

    Nice pics, though the scarecrow pic is “scary”. Eat some oysters for me while you’re there…

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