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Cove, September 2000 Cape Breton Island Dear Will and Denise, After we left Janvrin Island we continued on to Baddeck and the Cabot Trail. We drove up to Meat Cove, as you suggested. Meat Cove is strikingly beautiful. Late afternoon sun was shining shadows on the rocks. Daylight was fading and so we camped there for the night. The young girl who checked us in was one of the toughest 13 year olds we have ever met. As we pulled into a yellow field atop one of the cliffs, two men riding four wheel all–terrain vehicles came bombing out of the dense woods above the campground. They looked like they had been in there for several months. We popped the camper top, made and ate dinner and sat outside watching our campfire, the sea and silhouettes in the dim light. The fire smoke kept the black flies away. I already had a number of red welts. In the quiet we could hear the sea slamming into the rocks below. This was our lullaby for the night. It sounded oddly like heavy traffic on a freeway. From our bed, we seemed to be perched right at the rim of the cliff. I asked Peter if we were far enough back so that if the winds came up during the night we wouldn’t be blown over the edge. He said that he had heard the voice of his father say, "Chock the wheels, Peter." He had put large fire pit boulders under the wheels. Later, we found out that Meat Cove has a reputation of being a wild and lawless place. That may be changing. On the way out we had stopped at the brand new log cabin visitor’s center. It had an internet connection and a clean toilet. Thanks again, Nancy and Peter |
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