Snippets from Darrell's visit.

   

This is my third, and final, post about Darrell's visit.
What am I to do with the 200 photos that remain ?
I'm pretty sure I've shown you the view from Blomidon Lookoff before, but just in case ...

Darrell at the scenic Blomidon look off.

I think back in Ontario, we called scenic views, "look outs" and not "look offs".  What are they called in your area ?  Whatever they're called,  Blomidon, which is a pleasant one-hour drive from Halifax, merits adding to your "must see" list.  You are keeping a list, aren't you ?  Try to arrive when the tide is out, if you can.  The tidal basin is much more impressive when the mud flats are exposed..  Clearly, those are not mud flats in the above photo.  The tide was in, and it was hazy, so I pointed the camera the other direction. 

In Digby, we stayed at  "Holdsworth House", a circa 1784 historical home, which is now a B&B.  They owners have restored and furnished the home in period furniture.

The historical kitchen in the Holdsworth House
Bed & Breakfast in Digby, complete with dog curled in
front of the hearth..

Church and maple tree in Digby.

A nearby cemetery.

We did a fair bit of driving, but never felt rushed.  If something caught our eye, we'd stop to check it out.

We discovered this scenic spot at an unmarked lay-by.

Same spot.

Are you like me, when you travel ?   Do you snap photos, only to realize later, that you don't remember where they were taken ?

You'll have to ask Darrell where this lighthouse is, as I've forgotten.

The sound of rushing water drew us once more to a stop.

The water before us, was like silk as it cascaded over the lip of the low dam.  That smoothness, belied the treacherous water below.  

Prior to his return to Ontario, I wanted Darrell to meet my friends.  It's a testament to the kind of guy Darrell is, that HE prepared the meal that was s'pozed to be in his honour !  I'm not a great cook and he was teaching me how to properly make a stir fry.  The key was to have ALL the vegetables cut in advance and to cook on a very high heat.

We had a wonderful visit together.

I miss him already.

Perhaps they should call it something other than "Whale Watching" ...

On Sunday, Lynne and I drove to Digby to go whale watching.   It was a two and a half hour drive and followed by a three hour boat tour.

♫ A three hour tour. ♫

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale -- a tale of a fateful trip -- that started from this Scotian port aboard this tiny ship...

Digby is a lovely town on the Bay of Fundy about 220 km as an inebriated crow flies.

We left from Halifax (lower right of the picture)
and ended up at my finger tip.

We'd been looking forward to this adventure since we bought the tickets back in May.  Holy Cats !   We were going whale watching !

Trouble is, you have to find the whales to be able to watch them.

 

We did look for whales. We looked hard, honest we did.  We looked and  looked.  We stared out to sea until our eyes stung.

On passing through a narrows we did encounter several pods of porpoises, and that sighting,  raised our hopes.

But alas and alack, it was not to be.  Our "whale watch" turned into a "whale-can't-be-found" trip.  Some of us, weary from staring out to sea, napped.

Some of us remained alarmingly perky, to the end.

Lynne with camera at the ready

As we were returning to harbour, the first mate came around and gave us each a coupon for a free future whale watching ... er I mean ... whale-looking-for trip.

Love the guy who's slunk down in his seat.  He was exhausted
from having spent the previous three hours texting his friends.

Lynn and I will give it another try next summer.

In the mean time we have memories of a day spent adventuring in the summer sun, seeing new places, rocking on the waves, and exploring the wide open Bay of Fundy.

Hardly a total loss.

For Lynn's view on the day, here is her blog post about the outing.