Sept 18, 2009 Day 21

Heavy rains overnight, but sunny again in the daytime. We started our 2 day trek to Cape Breton driving the famous the Cabot Trail. Our tour book said that the trail is 300 k long, but it takes 8 hours. The roads are very bumpy and curved. A lot of very steep hills. Very tiring for the drivers.

Peter and Immy driving behind us. This picture was taken through the window at a hairpin turn.

Very, very deep valley.

Cape Smokey. The highest point. 825 ' climb.

Scenic stop. The men checked out a new squeak. The u-joint--front one this time. We'll get the parts later in a large city.

"Lakies Head" was the next scenic look out point.

Peter wandering off.

Jennie and I. Marcel had the old camera with him and took this shot.

Our next scenic stop was "Green Cove".

The rock lines called dykes are clearly seen in these rocks.

Love the silver sparkle from the sun.

Peter and Marcel.

Immy enjoying the view.

"Hanging Valleys: A tributary valley that joins a main valley where the latter has been deepened, usually by glacial erosion, resulting in a steep drop from the floor of the tributary valley to the floor of the main valley.

Another walking trail called "MacIntosh Brook"

Peter still thinks he can walk on water. Just like he did in Alaska.

Sure looks like the "Top Of The World Highway" in Alaska

Check out those "Rec-Vee" jackets. We appreciate even more all the planning and organizing you did for the Alaska trip Duane and Lynda. We thought to do a little advertising for you in return.

This picture was taken Sept. 10th. But I thought it suited the day.

Jennie does almost all of the planning for the next day. She spends many hours looking at all the pamphlets and booklets we have. If it wasn't for her endless energy to organize and plan, we would not have seen and done half we things we did. Thanks Jennie, we really appreciate all your efforts.

The scenery is so similar.

I managed to snap this as we turned a corner. Dark stormy clouds with the sun rays peeking through.

We did another short bog walk, but it started to drizzle. Boy, did we do that one fast.

Nobody felt like cooking in the rain, so we went to a restaurant once again. And very slow service it was. By the time we were finished it was 7:15, dark and raining heavily. A half hour later we found the campsite on a small peninsula. In Cheticamp. N.S. Marcel went to bed at 8:15 and slept till 7:45 the next morning. He was pooped.

Blogging was not an option again, so we all hit the sack very early.

love to you all (especially to our Rec-Vee friends)

Alida