Day Seven - Five Islands to Fat Tourists

Before leaving camp this morning, we returned to the beach for some rock hunting. After enjoying the waterfront, we followed the shore back around to find the Five Islands Lighthouse. The light was slightly visible from our camp, but we wanted a closer look. The lighthouse structures have been surprising and not nearly as spectacular as others you see in the United States, especially the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Of course, Carl made the astute observation  that not all lighthouses can be glamorous. Still, the lighthouse was interesting to see, and the park did provide a good look at all five islands which give the area its name.

Just outside Five Islands the map indicated a town by the name of Lynn. This was a must find. After finding Lynn Road, a winding gravel route, we made dust up the hillside until we encountered Lynn Quarry. It looks as though the town of Lynn existed for the quarry and has since vanished. Still, Carl enjoyed the photo op.

Moving along the highway for time, we soon made it into Halifax county. This threw a wrench into our plans because I had not realized just how large Halifax county is. Just because it was in or near Halifax did not necessarily mean it was ANYWHERE near the city itself. After locating our campsite, we made for Peggy's Cove, a surprising distance away. After all the rush, the view was worth it. Peggy's Cove was unlike any other village we had passed through. The rocky terrain gives the town a picture book appearance, while the hoards of tourist crawling over every inch of the place quickly remind you why the stereotype of "Fat American" exists. Not that all these people were necessarily hefty, or American for that matter, it was just one of our first encounters with the unwashed masses in a few days and the sheer numbers were overwhelming.

Peggy's Cove, as I said, is beautiful.

JD's tail at the Peggy's Cove lighthouse (we may begin a JD's tail series) 

Artist William deGarthe began this sculpture when he was over  70 years old 

Graffiti on the bench near the visitor center... the only place, strange enough, where no one else was

Our other great adventure for the day was our first visit to a Canadian supermarket for some fresh supplies. Other than having both French and English on the packaging and a few brands carrying different names, there was not as much difference as we were expecting. Our best purchase of the shopping trip? Chocolate chip penguins... now that's not something you see at home.