Nova Scotia {Part III}

No trip home is complete without a visit to Peggy’s Cove. It’s windier than you ever thought possible, the temperature drops 5-10 degrees and you’ll wish you were as surefooted as a mountain goat to scale the rocks. After being there for five minutes, you’ll soon realize you are most certainly NOT surefooted as a mountain goat and your hair will look like you styled it with a fork in the midst of a windstorm. Add two children, four and under to the mix and you’ll get quite an adventure. The rocks are treacherous in some spots and VERY dangerous if you get too close to the edge. One rogue wave can sweep you off your feet in an instant and into the ocean. Luckily, I know this having visited Peggy’s Cove many, many times over the years so I know what areas to avoid. Why bother you ask? Well, because the scenery is unlike anything you have ever seen, it is simply breathtaking.

This would have been a perfect photo opportunity if it hadn’t been for the scaffolding on the lighthouse. I was complaining about it to Craig that it was going to ruin our pictures. The very next day in the paper, there was a huge picture of the lighthouse on the front page of the local paper that read, “Scaffolding ruins tourist photos”… it was rather amusing.

                   

The lighthouse at Peggy’s Cove is also a post office. Isn’t that cool?!?!?!

Check out the waves. Now you know why the rocks can be so treacherous and unpredictable.

 

I love the simplicity and beauty in the photos of Peggy’s Cove.

    

(I’m not sure those people will be too happy about their laundry being photographed and blogged about…)

Don’t you just love the three Adirondack Chairs in a row up on the hill?

    

These fishermen are carved right into the stone. It’s absolutely amazing.

We didn’t have lunch at Peggy’s Cove, (even though they do have the most delicious gingerbread cake) we decided to keep driving and stop somewhere on the way. The girls’ behavior was nothing short of ridiculous. Craig and I were delighted mortified, yet we still continued on…

 

Chester, Nova Scotia. (One of my favorite places, it’s positively gorgeous in the summertime.)

 

This house was for sale. It was right on the water and I just adored the robin’s egg blue door and the stunning views of the bay.

 

By the time we reached Mahone Bay, the girls were exhausted from being in the car and we were ready to head home. Luckily I was able to grab a few shots before the meltdowns kicked in.

   

The three churches. I wish I had gotten a clearer picture of them, but I guess this will have to do until next time…