“Here Comes the Rain Again” -Nova Scotia (Part 2 of 3)

I was up early and per usual it was pouring and foggy. I walked around a little bit and grabbed a few shots of Sheets Harbour before making my way to the island of Cape Brenton in the north

Once I got to Cape Brenton I turned onto the Cabot Trail Road. It rings around the top of the island with lots of stops for hiking. Below is a map of may of the hikes available.

Here is my vehicle and the start of the Cabot Trail Rd

The weather started to clear a bit and I was able to take some pictures as I ringed around the top of the island

I stopped for a brief hike at an area called Middle Head

I kept moving up towards Neil’s Harbour and stopped at a place called the Chowder House for a lunch of fried clams

The waitress there told me about a nice little drive on a smaller road that leads to a short hike on White Point. I followed it and was pleasantly surprised with the view and the nice afternoon weather-wise I was getting

I continued straight west across the top of Cape Brenton and then turned south.

I was planning on stopping here for the night but I did not want to waste any of this clear weather as it was supposed to get crappy again anytime. I pushed on to a hike called The Skyline, which is supposed to be the best of them all.

Link to Skyline Trail Page

It was about a 5 mile loop that made it out to an overlook and then followed the contour of the coast a bit before circling back to the parking area. I got started about 2 hours before dark so I knew it would be close but the trail seemed pretty easy to follow even if I did get held up, which I did.

Not soon after I started I ran across this moose

The people on the otherside were frantically waving at me to stop and to go back!. I was about 50ft away and felt that was a comfortable distance. When it did move and I ran into the people going the other way they chastised me for getting too close and risking dismemberment by the beast. I did not tell them that a year ago I got within 5 ft of a mother and her babies on a hiking trail in Jasper Canada. But I began to think maybe I was pressing my luck and would head their warning next time.

I continued on to the overlook and ran across these fenced in areas

They are actually meant to keep moose out to allow the vegetation time to recover.

I sat along the water for a bit but wanted to make it back before dark so I did not stay for sunset.

 I soon ran into this bull

He was definitely not one I was going to get near with that rack

I was about ½ mile from my car and I saw a female moose crashing through the brush next to the trail. I scanned the trees around to find which would be the easiest to climb in case she charged. She hung by the trail eating brush and 2 babies emerged. Now they were on both sides of the trail and I could not go around because it was too dense

It was pretty dark now and I had no choice but to just wait. I sat in the trail for about 2 hours before 5 or 6 other people showed up and the moose eventually moved on or we just couldn’t see them anymore in the blackness.

I continued on to another seaside town for the night

Until Tomorrow

Darren

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Darren Hitz

Darren Hitz

Explorer, Storyteller, and Blogger

I have been writing this blog for almost 20 years. After owning and operating a travel company, reconnecting with the outdoors, I now spend a majority of my time exploring both off the beaten path and well worn tourist adventures.

“I saw in their eyes something I was to see over and over in every part of the nation- a burning desire to go, to move, to get under way, anyplace, away from any Here. They spoke quietly of how they wanted to go someday, to move about, free and unanchored, not toward something but away from something. I saw this look and heard this yearning everywhere in every states I visited. Nearly every American hungers to move.”
― John Steinbeck

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