Camping Conundrum

To all the people that I told that I would be starting this trip on May 1st I apologise, I didn`t realize that May 1st was a Sunday not a Monday. After discussing it with Geoff we decided to start on a Monday, hense the delay in this initial post. The whole not realizing certain things will be a big theme in this post.

We started a little late today, we had to pick up a few things and pack up the car behind schedule. This is mainly because I got back too late from Moncton, it turns out family you haven`t seen in two years can have quite spirited discussions. So by the time we were actually on the road it was about 10am. Although that didn`t end up to be such a bad thing. With the car loaded up with some groceries and other necessities, We traveled up the traditional way through Sussex-Moncton-Cobequid Pass, but then we didn't turn off to Halifax, we continued into the uncharted territories of New Glasgow-Antigonish-Cape Breton.

We stopped off at the tourist bureau to get our bearings and that's when we found out the horrifying news: Most campgrounds still aren't open this early in May! I knew that the government park campgrounds were closed, but most of the private ones were closed as well. Unfortunately this meant that we're taking a bit of a financial hit this early in the trip, although you could say that it was fortunate because we get to stay in nice, warm motels while the weather is still cold, but more on that later.

After the tourist stop the trip took a turn up the picturesque Ceilidh trail. We took some pictures at the side of the road of a stormy Northumberland Shore:

I swear it was more stormy than the picture suggests

This house totally isn't creepy at all

We kept on trucking until early in the evening when we settled in Inverness, the seat of Inverness County and about 45 minutes away from the Cabot Trail. In the end, with no campground in sight we ended up at the Inverness Lodge which is a quaint motel with reasonable features, it was close to a nice beach and a few restaurants.

We ended up wondering the beach after supper where we took a look at the breakwater and climbed a fair ways on top of it. It turns out that there were a few rocks that may have had something that resembled a fossil or something, you can take a look and judge for yourself.

History! Maybe...

This is the closest one to looking fossil-y

Of course, how can anyone expect to retrace our historic steps? Well, Geoff had the bright idea to leave markings near where ever we stay for the night. So we made our marks on those same rocks. Geoff went for the more traditional route with an etching:

Might be Geoff Sayre, could be Great Scott! Historians will debate for centuries afterwards

I went for a more radical step of making an Inukshuk commemorating my greatness. Its in the background, since the camera decided my thumb was a much better candidate for picture taking.

Now they will know we were here

That is about it for the day. Currently half watching the election results roll in as I'm sure many of you are eagerly awaiting. Stay tuned for tomorrow, where we hit the Cabot Trail!