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Up early, we drove another six hours across the wilds of the Maritimes. Some fall color peeked from the trees along the way, much like a lead goose says, "Tally Ho". By the time of our return in two weeks, the leaves should be flushing their full fall bloom. We arrived at our lodging for the next two nights just after three. Judy and I immediately congratulated Deb and Ed for their selection. The place is comfortable, the view spectacular, and once again we thanked traveling mercies for our safe arrival. After settling in, we made for the village center to stock up on groceries. First stop was the sea food co-op where we loaded up on fresh scallops, seafood cakes, pickled herring, mussels, and a little home made fish spread. Next stop, (across the street) was the grocery co-op where we stocked up on essential greens, a few crackers, eggs, etc. Who says socialism is't effective? These small communities survive by depending on and caring for one another. (My Honey Bunny has me on a political moratorium, so I won't speak further on the subject). We enjoyed a wonderful afternoon, ogling at the view. Around, six, Deb steamed the mussels in white wine, garlic, and butter. We scarfed them down with a little local white wine. Sometime later, I fixed a caesar salad to match our pasta with fresh scallops with sprinkled green onion. I must say, it was another example of genuinely delicious "thick" gruel. Needless to say, with the weather perfect, the accommodations excellent, the company comfortable, and the "gruel" passable, we are once again blessed to be enjoying the notion that life is good, especially today.
The Judique trail, an abandoned rail line, runs the length of Cape Breton.
My Bunny, even more exotic in French.
Deb saw this action figure along the roadside. She exclaimed, "Wildcard". So, now Iron Man is our fifth companion.
We beelined it to the Fisherman's co-op. Notice these three marching like teachers on their thirty minute lunch break .
Deb and Ed relishing our pre dinner mussels.
The view from the deck, sans mussels.
The main course of caesar salad, served with pasta and scallops topped with green onions. (In addition, we bathed the pasta in the left over mussel broth).
Art shot of the day: A picture within a picture.
Selfie of the day: Me and my Bunny reflected in the dying light.
Pictures can't nearly capture the emotion of the dying light.
Our first view from the cabin: Birch Moose on the kitchen window.
Murphy's Pond is where the local fishing boats tie up.
Judy, our comptroller, figuring out the daily bills (We split the costs 50-50, give or take a penny or two).
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