Honestly…

Okay, I’m just gonna say it: Nova Scotia is covered in evergreens (although there is a hardwood here and there, peeping out with early fall colors), and the road from, say, the border of New Brunswick and Nova Scotia to Ingonish Beach (which is not a beach), where we spent the night, is not a scenic highway. We saw lots and lots of trees. There was one overlook onto the Gulf that was scenic, and the rest was, well, boring. I knitted while Dan drove (which was his job after he criticized my driving). (And I have never had a crash that was my fault.) (Nor have I had a moving violation since the 20th century.) Dan had a photo of the overlook, which I’m sure he will post. 

We did stop at a distillery, where they had this sign on the bathroom:


I had fun looking into the sideview mirror:

Doesn’t the look like a pyramid in the distance? It’s actually the “there’s a vehicle next to your car, so move your ass back over” thing, but I kept seeing the pyramid lurking over all of the evergreens. In my defense, I picked a shithole for us to stay in last night and so didn’t get a lot of sleep. I thought that I could have been hallucinating. 

Having driven the five hours to Halifax today*, we started our tour at the cemetery where many of the Titanic dead were buried. The area of the cemetery is in the shape of a ship’s hull. There are several headstones without names on them. 






In the same cemetery is the final resting place of unidentified victims of the Halifax Harbor explosion of 1917. The second decade of the 20th century kind of sucked in Halifax. 



We followed that with a visit to the Museum of Canadian Immigration. Canada was first invaded by Europeans in 1604. There have been lots of ups and downs in Canada’s history of immigration, but they are currently doing a much better job of it than we are in the U.S. 

Tomorrow, we take the ferry from Digby, NS to Saint John, NB and drive back into the States. :|


*Podcasts that we listened to:

Cartoons, Capitalism, and Censorship: Alison Beckdel and Ann Telnara on Politics in Art (On with Kara Swisher)

Joy Reid on Dems, Gaza, & Independent Media (On with Kara Swisher)

How to Regulate Your Nervous System for Stress, Anxiety, & Trauma | Peter Levine (10% Happier with Dan Harris)



 

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