Tourist Trap

Tourist Trap

Google maps is my friend. There is so much of Nova Scotia that is simply empty, so much coastline inaccessible, so many nooks and crannies, and inlets, and bays, and lakes and rivers, highways and byways. Spotted this rather remote little fishing village not too far from my cottage at the Head of Jeddore harbour, just a couple bays to the east, with a tiny thread of a road going to it, so we decided to go check it out.

It exceeded expectations, if that is even possible where every turn in the road brings a new breathtaking vista of unparalleled beauty. Despite signs of human activity, we, as usual, saw no one, and so I wondered around in hushed silence, taking pictures and gawking at the picture postcard-like fishing boats, shacks, lobster traps and equipment, in a surreal, Day The Earth Stood Still atmosphere, mesmerized by the hypnotic conjunction of man and nature creating abstract compositions whichever way I turned my eye.

Set to the late Marty Balin’s haunting rendition of Comin’ Back to Me from Jefferson Airplane’s classic album, Surrealistic Pillow.

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