“It’s the way you ride the trail that counts.”

—Dale Evans

Traversing the Cabot Trail up, around and over the Cap du Breton has been an outdoor art gallery. We’ve camped on both sides of the cape along the North Atlantic and Gulf of St. Lawrence seen seals, a bald eagle and one unverified whale 🐳 spout. The Cabot Trail is named for the Italian explorer, John Cabot, born Giovanni Caboto in Genoa circa 1453. He laid the groundwork for Britain to later claim Canada as an imperial colony. Reminiscent of Pacific Coast Highway, I’m partial to US coastlines myself but certainly appreciate the fall beauty and craggy seashores of our northern neighbor.

Sadly, our only moose siting thus far.

Laissez le bon temps roulette!

lunch at the Happy Clam with live French folk music 🎶

Brontosaurus 🦕 bone leftover from Fred and Wilma’s camp fire.

We wrapped the day with a long hike up the Chéticamp River to the salmon pools, looks a lot like the Gallatin, as always ‘we are haunted by water and the rivers that run through it!’ Norm MacLean

La grace soit a vous de la route ouverte! n&j❤️🙏