The Rocks Of Peggy's Cove To The Bicycle Thief

The last day of September is here and it also so happens to be

the one hundredth day of our travels. Almost a third of the way there, damn. Isaac and I did some school work in the morning and in the car on route to Peggy’s Cove. Now I vaguely remember Peggy’s Cove from when we visited Nova Scotia when I was four, and the rocks with the lighthouse is almost exactly like a remember. We didn’t go to the lighthouse first though. That was our last stop. Our first was the Swiss Air 111 Memorial, which is a little ways out of the town itself. It was really unique, they actually carved the memorial out of the rock it stands on. Then

we drove up to the visitor’s centre so we could walk through the town on the way

to the lighthouse. We stopped at a little coffee shop halfway there for some snacks. I got a Peggy’s Cove Fog, which is basically the exact same thing as a London Fog, and a lemon lavender cookie, which was surprisingly fabulous. Then we got down to the rocks around the back of the lighthouse, took some pictures and walked around. According to some very informative signs, the rocks of Peggy’s Cove are the remnants

of an ancient mountain range, once part of the Appalachians, that used to reach as high as the Himalayas. Of course, the Himalayas are the newest mountain range in the world, so it would make sense that it hasn’t been eroded down yet, as these rocks have been. After a while, I left the other three and the dog by the lighthouse and walked over to a little booth

where you can get a postcard with yourself in it made. As it was processing, I started talking to the owner of the booth about the little trip we’re taking, where I live, what I’m doing for school this year, all that stuff. At the end, I went to pay him with a twenty and he asked whether it was my money or my parents. I mistakenly answered parents, because afterward, he said that if it

had been mine, he wouldn’t have charged me anything. Now I know for future reference. After some more rampaging around the rocks, we walked back to the truck and began our drive down to Halifax. Once we managed to find parking, which was a hassle, and finally found our way down to the boardwalk, which took forever, we found a restaurant to eat at

for lunch. Isaac chose The Bicycle Thief. It was pretty cute and we got to eat out on the patio since we had Kizzy with us. Also, they had the best calamari ever, at least according to Mum. After we

ate, we decided to walk up the boardwalk. That was fun, we passed an old army issue boat that had been converted into a museum, but was closed at this point, Isaac got to climb up and slide down this giant wave that’s classified as art, and we got a couple pictures with Theodore Tugboat, the most important part of our trip obviously. Then we stopped at Cow’s for some ice cream before heading back to the truck. We passed by the citadel on the way, so we got a picture there but we didn’t actually go in. Back at the trailer, we had a small dinner before it was time for bed. Peace out m8s.

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