Travel Blog – A Day in Peggy’s Cove


It’s a picture taken by nearly seven hundred and fifty thousand people a year, but I still haven’t captured the perfect one, only the quintessential one.

It was an overcast day with a smattering of rain over St Margaret’s bay today, so it felt real and authentic.  We kind of hung around the cove and just soaked it up a little.  I had no idea it was such a tourist destination, but there were a ton of bus tours and constant car traffic up to the lighthouse.  I wonder how long it’ll be until they move the parking lot outside of town and make the town pedestrian-only.  That would be nice, I think.  It reminds of the two rocks just outside of town that used to be known as “the gates” where a child would be given a coin by tourists entering the village that was fenced off from sheep.  The fence is gone, but the rocks are still there – I don’t have a photo of that, though…

My favourite part of the lighthouse experience remains the following, a plaque on the outside:


I think we tourist may often fall into the trap of believing that these things were put into place for the benefit of our enjoyment, but the fact remains that the sea and the rocks and the people who inhabit them will be here long after we drift back home like the overnight waning of the tides.


This fellow made a brave attempt to communicate with me, but in the end it was futile.  He and two friends came home for dinner with us.

Apparently a brisk day at the lobster retail shack of Ryers & Ryers sees over four thousand lobsters cross the threshold.  The folks there are chatty and friendly, helping a family from southern Alabama work all the meat from their massive meal of four large red ones served in a plastic box on the picnic table.  Easily the best lobster meat I’ve ever tasted, despite being shipped from Fundy by Fedex earlier that day.



At seven o’clock in the evening the tide has come all the way in and the pilings holding up the buildings on the water are covered up.  Everything seems more hopeful and possible when the tide is in.



I am hopeful that tomorrow, if I get up early enough, I can get the perfect shot of that lighthouse with the waves crashing against the rocks.

We’ll see…


more later – joel

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