Our campground is located on a vast inlet Bras d'Or. It is salt water although it has the look of a fresh water lake. We decided to get our kayak wet and go for an early morning paddle. We settled Rocky into the front, and headed out to an island. There was no wind so the water was like glass. We saw many jelly fish floating past and mom even saw an octopus while hanging out on shore. (She was not sure we would make it back alive, so she watched us from the truck. Book in hand of course.)
The water was clear as we approached the island and the shallows were lively with aquatic life. We even saw an eel. By the time we were ready to return to mom, a wind had come up so our homeward journey was a bit more challenging. A perfect way to start a Friday.
We had a late breakfast, tried servicing both bikes, cleaned the boat, checked email, then decided to head for the Alexander Bell museum in Baddeck. On the road to Baddeck, we stopped off at the spring to fill our water cube. We will have tastey water to drink for the next few days.
We only got there at 4pm - bad move on our side because there was so much to learn in one short hour. Bell was a dabbler and experimented with many inventions. He spent has later years in Baddeck testing hydrofoils and torpedoes in Bras d'Or. A biography on him would be good to read.
We left the museum with a changed perspective on the view of the lake. Now we stood there imagining what it must have been like for Bell while living and working so closely with the water. An added mystique was the sound of bag pipe melody from someone playing at the waters edge.
We wandered into town hoping to find a bakery but everything was closing up. The only place to shop was the local co-op. Locally owned and locally run. Many of the communities we have passed through rely on the collective power of community owned stores.
Before we left town we investigated a diner for the potential of lobster meals. It was too expensive so we turned to leave but noticed a chap around the back of the restaurant plank cooking salmon. We went over to chat. The salmon was tied to the plank with snare wire, basted in a magical maple, brown sugar lemon juice, butter, and pepper sauce, and propped along side the fire and left to sizzle for more than an hour. Now that looked like a good meal. I am sure Rich will be trying it at home sometime.
On our way home Rich made friends with the local paramedics - comparing protocols and training, and investigated their rig.
We landed up going home for some mediocre takeout chowder and Richard's perfectly grilled steaks. (Nothing beats the chowder we had at Advocate Bay:)
We only got there at 4pm - bad move on our side because there was so much to learn in one short hour. Bell was a dabbler and experimented with many inventions. He spent has later years in Baddeck testing hydrofoils and torpedoes in Bras d'Or. A biography on him would be good to read.
We left the museum with a changed perspective on the view of the lake. Now we stood there imagining what it must have been like for Bell while living and working so closely with the water. An added mystique was the sound of bag pipe melody from someone playing at the waters edge.
We wandered into town hoping to find a bakery but everything was closing up. The only place to shop was the local co-op. Locally owned and locally run. Many of the communities we have passed through rely on the collective power of community owned stores.
Before we left town we investigated a diner for the potential of lobster meals. It was too expensive so we turned to leave but noticed a chap around the back of the restaurant plank cooking salmon. We went over to chat. The salmon was tied to the plank with snare wire, basted in a magical maple, brown sugar lemon juice, butter, and pepper sauce, and propped along side the fire and left to sizzle for more than an hour. Now that looked like a good meal. I am sure Rich will be trying it at home sometime.
On our way home Rich made friends with the local paramedics - comparing protocols and training, and investigated their rig.
We landed up going home for some mediocre takeout chowder and Richard's perfectly grilled steaks. (Nothing beats the chowder we had at Advocate Bay:)
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