Friday, September 20, 2013

...and the journey begins....

in Nova Scotia. We arrive exhausted from the cross country flight and find ourselves transported to a simpler time of stop signs, bucolic settings amidst breathtaking beauty. Our introduction to Truro, Old Barns and Maitland did not disappoint. Truro being the commercial hub, and the others dotting the landscape with farms, a church and cemeteries. Truro is famous for its tidal bore, which is is a phenomenon in which the leading edge of the incoming tide forms a wave (or waves) of water that travels up a river or narrow bay against the direction of the river or bay's current. It is also the reddest, muddy swirl. People ride the bore - and swear the experience is worth the washing up. We will try this next time! Old Barns was named for the barns that were left to rot after the English burned the houses of the French in the area. The barns that were left became the moniker of the area. We learned this on the ride from Halifax, barely an hour away. History has steeped long here. Lore and tale are shared enveloping me in a quest of history. Verdant hills, etched faces and a place that does not need om to is the om I need..majesty displayed in the macrocosm. Yoga pants unnecessary.

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