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| L'Auberge Doucet Inn |
What a day! Beautiful blue sky, light wind, a warm last breakfast of fresh farm eggs, fresh toasted wheat bread, served beside an especially nice cantaloupe at our spot on Marble Hill in Port Hood. After breakfast, we did our extra good guest (It's all about the review) clean up, said good bye to our new friend and neighbor, Alec, who grew up just down the road. He can see his boyhood home from his deck. He joked, "I grew up here, but then I moved away" (Which meant he bought property a quarter mile up the road). After sweet good byes, we took a not too long and winding road through the bucolic pleasantness of Nova Scotia to our first stop, the jam packed (For good reason) Dancing Goat Bakery and Cafe. We bought sweet treats, lunch sandwiches, enjoyed rich hot coffee, and then we were off to our 9 KM hike along the Acadia Trail, which climbed a thousand feet along a path of sharp rocks and vine like roots. The path followed a soft, burbling creek, whose soft sounds matched the serene light flickering through the trees. The trail eventually crested to a gorgeous view of the Gulf of St. Lawrence where we enjoyed our sandwiches, the view, each other, and the warmth of the midday sun. After the three hour hike, we arrived at our inn in Cheticamp, freshened up a bit, and dined at a restaurant on the water called L"Abri where we relished fresh chowder, pan fried haddock and chips, and cold beer. Actually, only I had beer, but I loved it nonetheless. And now, while writing this, I've just finished off a sweet bit of lemon bar (Purchased at the "Goat"), topping it off with a wee little titch of Grand Marnier. I'm sure the calorie balance is in favor of my waistline since I did walk six miles today, but who really cares at this point. I'm enjoying the magic carpet ride of luxury, basking in the pleasure of new experiences and good company, which means, of course, that life is good, especially today.
My Bunny enjoying her last warm morning in Port Hood.
The troupe in formation along the Acadian Trail.
The view was worth the climb.
The trail up followed the brook; the trail down was mostly a grassy slope.
Scrumptious lunch served by the Dancing Goat.
Excellent food, an anachronistic MoTown sound track, and an amazing setting.
Where's Willy?
Fresh pan fried Haddock, a squeeze of lemon, a bed of crispy fries, and a wisp of coleslaw. Yum!
Seafood chowder. I mean who would eat at Mr. Chicken when this offering is possible?
Good night, sleep tight.
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