Truro to the Cabot Trail

After spending barely 24 hours in PEI and sadly even less time in New Brunswick, it’s time to go back to Nova Scotia. 　

We weren’t planning to visit the South Shore during this trip at all but that meant missing out on seeing Ryan’s family so we decided to meet somewhere instead. Being that it connects so many areas of Nova Scotia, as well as being the best way to get to and from New Brunswick we decided that Truro was the best place.　

First thing in the morning after breakfast and check-out we made a short stop to see some of Ryan’s friends at his old job. Second breakfast was calling though so we were back on the road pretty quickly.　

In true Nova Scotia fashion it started raining right around the time we crossed the border out of New Brunswick and continued off and on for the remainder of the morning. For me, that just makes me love the province even more.

We met his family in the restaurant and got caught up while we ordered and enjoyed breakfast. Bacon and eggs for everyone else, strawberry waffle for me. With whipped cream. 

A little ways down the road is Victoria park, a massive green space within the city. Once you start walking you could easily forget where you really are and consider that you might just be camping in the mountains somewhere. 

Not far down the path is "Jacobs Ladder." A set of 176 stairs. 176 very skinny stairs. Ryan's sister, and I decided we should run up them. Not a race though, just to see if we could do it. We did surprisingly well, but what you can't see in these pictures, or in real life, is that the stairs extend beyond what appears to be the top. I haven't been so tired or out of breath in a long time.

When we were able to breathe and walk again we made our way, very shakily, back down to the bottom where everyone else was waiting. 

We continued our walk until we came to a waterfall. It was quite small however compared to what it could be with some more rain. 

After the falls we had more stairs to climb and a long downhill road to follow before getting back to the cars. We all had a great time visiting and catching up but each had places to get to. 

After our goodbyes, a quick stop at Superstore and then the gas station we hit the highway headed for Cape Breton. 

When we finally made it to the causeway my excitement flared up again. I loved Cape Breton the first time I visited and I couldn't wait to experience it again with Ryan. 

On the other side is a great visitor centre with plenty of people that are happy to help you get where you are going and suggest plenty to do along the way. The lady we spoke to recommended many things to do throughout Cape Breton, told us where we wouldn't be able to get gas, where road construction was and a bunch of other useful tips. Lastly she told us which road to take once we left the visitor centre. We did not take that road. 

It took quite a while before we realized that we weren't where we thought and it was a bit of a disappointment. Most of the Celtic things I wanted to see were on the other road. 

Accepting that we had missed those things we made new plans for where to stay that night and got ourselves there. We stayed in a tiny motel in a place called Margaree Forks about half way between Inverness and Cheticamp. 

After checking in, eager not to waste any time here, we drove to Inverness for supper and to check out the beach. Pinterest all but promised me that Inverness Beach would be great. It didn't lie. I could have stayed in this gorgeous place forever.