When we left Yarmouth we were still all fogged in.
All around the southern side of Nova Scotia, there is a faster bypass, and the original highway. We usually stayed on the old road that went through all the little towns. After Yarmouth, it was like a constant town all the way to Digby, and actually past Digby for quite a way as well. Many of the town centres are 3 kilometres apart from each other, meaning the communities are all strung together. In land, there is nothing. All the towns are on the shore and many people are fisherman.
The forecast was for a hot day so we knew the fog would HAVE to lift eventually, and it did once we started heading down the Digby neck.
Here are some photos once we could see past the edges of the road:
The Digby neck is a long penninsula stretching south of Digby. Pieces of it are connected by short ferries. We went as far as the first ferry were the traffic was backed up a bit waiting for a ride.
Here comes the ferry with one vehicle from the other side.
It loaded up with 2 propane trucks and headed back to the other side.
The current here was incredible! The ferry edges out from the dock and then gets thrown into the current and fights to end up at the dock on the other side. This looks like it takes a lot of talent from the captain – much more than the calm cable driven ferries elsewhere in the province.
We turned around, rather than continuing down the peninsula and headed back to Digby.
On the way, there was a beautiful picnic stop on the side of the road with a little inland lake. I knew Monty would love nothing better than getting wet, but we weren’t sure he would want to be totally wet during a hot day, so we thought we’d keep him on his long leash and just get his legs wet.
0.25 seconds later. So much for not getting wet!
Monty was just standing there, staring at us, wondering why we weren’t throwing anything for him to retrieve.
I threw him a pathetically little stick and Monty couldn’t find it, so he was looking for it under the water! He’s never done that before! That was one of the favourite past times of his auntie Surf.
Digby is nice and had many tourists. We wanted to load our little cooler up with scallops, but by this time it was suddenly HaH outside… (hot as hell) and we weren’t really convinced they would stay cold enough even in the cooler, so we decided not to take the chance.
The next town I really want to return to explore was Annapolis Royal. It had huge old houses, lots of shops, and Fort Anne right in town. But it was too hot to leave Monty in the truck without wind blowing in his back windows so we couldn’t do much more than drive through town.
Jeff took me to see the tidal hydro generated facility he knew was close by.
It wasn’t moving too much water when we stopped, but Jeff said last time he was there, about 10 years ago, it was roaring.
Driving through the Annapolis Valley was really nice – and it had vegetable stands every 3 kilometres in each town! I’m SOOO jealous and can’t understand why that produce can’t make it up to our area for sale. We stopped and I had some ice cream, we bought some delicious looking green beans to bring home, and bought a container of raspberries that were grown around where we stopped to let Monty get wet.
They were DELICIOUS, and half the price of raspberries from California in the grocery store.
Here is a picture of the basin near Minas Basin:
And a few hours later, Home Sweet Home!