Friday, July 14, 2017

A Thank you to someone who loved lighthouses ...

I always enjoy getting together with chums Sara and Kelly and today was no different.

We met up at the Port Grocer restaurant in Port Medway on the Southern shore, about 90 minutes from my place.  

Sara had a lovely Snowy Owl photograph in an exhibit in the restaurant and that prompted our visit there.

After a yummy lunch, and slurping on three "Mariner's Sea Salt and Caramel" ice cream cones, we strolled down to the small lighthouse at the end of the road.

Port Medway Lighthouse (much smaller than the Medway Head Light lighthouse)

There Sara and Kelly clowned around trying to set up an illusion photograph in which Sara appeared to be plucking a Seagull off the top of the lighthouse.


We've done this sort of silliness before and the results are usually pretty entertaining.

Exhibit "A"

Sadly, Sara had only limited time with us and had to leave so we hugged her and sent her on her way.

Kelly and I then sauntered back to the cars making a brief detour through an historic cemetery on the way,


stopping to read epitaphs and brief sad family histories etched in stone ... or brass !

Two children who died too young.
  

Here lies Buried the Body of 
Mr. Samuel Mack
Who Departed this Life
October the 10th 1783
Aged 46 Years


My flesh shall slumber in the ground
Till the last Trumpets joyful sound
Then burst the grave with sweet surprize
And in my Saviour's image rise

Cease then to mourn my friends, bid earth adieu
Loosen from hence the grasp of fond desire.
Weight anchor and some happier clime explore.


The building beside the cemetery wasn't as abandoned as it appeared to be. Peering through the windows we could see displays of photography on the walls.


  I lamented to Kelly that the dogs had been in the car -- parked in the shade, with windows fully open -- for quite a while.  Kelly suggested we drive down Long Cove Road to yet another lighthouse, so that's what we did.

Medway Head Light lighthouse

There wasn't a huge place to walk the dogs but they had fun sniffing around in the grass while Kelly and I gawked at the lovely scenery.



Kelly said it reminded her of a mini Peggy's Cove.


The trapped pools of water provided all sorts of opportunities for reflection photos.



Speaking of "reflecting" I'd like to reflect back upon that first photo of this lighthouse.  Notice the bench in front of the lighthouse ?   If you scroll back up you'll see where it was.

This is what it says on the back of the bench but it's the front that stopped me short ...


It had the name of someone I knew !   What are the odds that Kelly would take me down this road to this lighthouse and I would turn and see the name of someone that I knew on a memorial bench ?


I knew Jalynn from her time as chair of the Board of Governors at Trent University.  She was a caring person who selflessly donated her time and talent to the University and I was deeply saddened and shocked to learn of her untimely death a couple in 2015.  Upon her passing the family asked for donations to the Lighthouse Preservation Society and that's how I learned about that group.   Apparently Jalynn was instrumental in fundraising for lighthouse preservation and those efforts   ultimately raised $250,000 through crowdfunding, benefiting twenty-six lighthouses in Nova Scotia.  

Sadly she did not live long enough to see the success of her efforts.


Thank you Jalynn.

















Friday, July 7, 2017

Another amazing day in Nova Scotia

If I can have a "major adventure" once a week I'm happy.  I define "major" as just getting out of town and going somewhere different.

Like meeting up with chums Ros and Terry in Hall's Harbour for an outdoor lunch at the Lobster Pound while watching the tide recede in harbour.

 The boats were still floating when we arrived as it was only an hour or so after high tide.


But not long after they were siting on the bottom of the harbour.


With tides of 35-40 ft. it's important to know where you are in the tide cycle before you go strolling on a beach along the Bay of Fundy.

I was glad to get a shot of the last of the Lupins and the first of the marvellously scented roses.  


As Ros and Terry are new to the area I insisted on dragging them over to nearby Huntington Point and my beloved "Jelly Bean cottages".




The cottage with the blue roof can be rented to $400 / wk. in summer.  I'm told it's pretty chilly and damp as it's entirely made out of concrete.

The other cottages are privately owned.

The bottom two are facing directly onto the Bay of Fundy.

BTW I was quite taken with that driftwood fence.

Just as you're coming into Hall's Harbour is Cove Road.  Nothing special there.  

Unless you count this stunning cove.


At least a kilometer of shoreline and we had it to ourselves.


Terry sat on a rock, while Ros and Bella explored the shoreline.

I think Ros was a tad creeped out by the clearly evident rockfalls that happen from time to time and stayed as far away from the cliff bottom as possible.


Things look a mite unsettled up there.  Notice the tree just right of centre and the way it's tilting.  Perhaps the land under it isn't that stable ?


 There are amazing rocks to be found along the shore.  Many have crystalline cavities.


There must have been a partial rock fall a while ago.  Notice the upside down evergreen in the centre.  It's crown is starting to grow upward indicating that it's been hanging there for a while.

Of course we were not alone.  

Wendy











Bella



















Well this is a first.  No photograph of Sooki !

I've been to this waterfall before but never noticed the cave entrance beside it.  It's listed on Google Earth as "Hall's Harbour Sea Cave".  I shimmied into it and found it was only about 50 feet deep.


 

The waterfall is even more stunning in winter !

  


And this my friends is Hall's Harbour in the mirror.  Be warned.  There is a very sharp turn as you're coming into town.  Keep your eyes on the road and wait till you're safely parked before gawking at the stunning scenery.



But rest assured, it's a trip worth taking.


Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Hey Jude ...


Dear Jude, 

Thanks for the ball.   We took it on our walk today and me and Sooki had fun swimming with it.

Here is Sooki swimming out to get it.  Since I can swim much better than her, "the boss" held my collar so she'd have a fair chance of getting it.  


I must confess that she's a pretty good swimmer for a pitbull.

Here we both are in the lake.  "The boss" doesn't usually bring a ball so this was a very special treat for us.


It was a pretty hot day and we both did lots of swimming.   

I'm sorry that you can't play with your ball any more but am grateful that you shared all your balls with us other dogs.


"The boss" picked the orange and blue one at the back right.  I don't know what "orange and blue" means but that's OK coz I don't know what "back right" means either.  We dogs don't use words much; we'd far rather use wagging tails, wiggling bums and smiling faces.  I know you get that Jude.

"The boss" read your sign with your picture, Jude.   She said it made her think how lucky she was to have me and Sooki still with her.  Well where else would we be ?   


"The boss" told us that you were clearly a very lucky dog were loved and well-cared for.  I glanced at your photo, and as a part-lab myself may I say you are most handsome fella.


Here we are posing with your sign and your box of balls.

I look forward to thanking you in person Jude and perhaps we can go for a swim together, as I have been informed by "the boss" that all dogs go to Heaven.   See you there !

Thanks again,  

Wendy


Friday, June 30, 2017

Sooki and the marvellous, wonderful, suddenly not-so-good, bad day.


Sometimes I get get to feeling stir crazy.  I don't want to go to the same ol' places for a walk.  I wake up wanting an adventure and that was the case yesterday.

There's a high hill just past Lawrencetown Beach that looks out over the Atlantic.

It's about a 30 minute drive from my home.  That's where we headed.


The main trail leads up the hill while a side trail leads to the right to the Atlantic shore.

Guess which on we took ?


Wendy fetched the ball while Sooki explored the shore looking for rotted things to eat or roll on.



Back in Sackville the day had been quite warm.  By the ocean, it was a mite chilly so I was glad I'd brought my denim jacket.


We took a side trail up the hill.  Several times, I stopped to pretend to admire the view and give my creaking knees a chance to rest up.


The trail along the centre of the hill comes out at a cliff edge.


I've been to this exact spot before.  The last time was mid-winter and I stopped to take a photo of a boulder perilously perched on the cliff edge.  Peering over the edge I could see the boulder now lying on the beach below.


Just back from the cliff edge is a memorial to "Katie Cullen.  1992 - 2015" .  A memorial webpage requested donations to the Mental Health Association...



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While the temperature by the ocean had been in the mid-teens (Celsius,) at the top of the hill it was much warmer.


It's a lovely spot for a peaceful wander.  


It was only when we turned to walk back to the car that I spotted Sooki limping.

I figured she'd picked up a thorn in her paw.

This is what I saw as I gently lifted her foot for examination.  WHAT ?   Sorry if you're a mite squeamish.  I'll leave it to you to enlarge this photo if you feel so inclined.


I must confess I gasped when I saw what she'd done.  Her entire nail bed was separated from her nail !  Gives me the heebie jeebies just telling you about it.  I have no idea when or how it had happened.

Once back in the car I called the vets to say we'd be there in about 45 minutes.  They responded that they were booked solid and would try to squeeze her in.

Once at the vets, in spite of her THROBBING foot, Sooki insisted on sitting on a chair while we waited and waited and waited.

Because we don't live in Ontario not one person expressed a worry at being in the presence of a Pit Bull that was clearly in pain.  Instead they'd come over to stroke her head and commiserate and wish her well.


They weren't always sure what was wrong but when they spotted her poor toe they'd all wince in sympathy.


Eventually she was seen, kept, sedated and later that same evening sent home to sleep it off.

Back home she's doing lots of sleeping and taking it easy.


I'm sure this'll slow her down for a good 36 hours at least !