My daughter is a trooper even though there are no other young people around and no one really gets in there and plays with her– other than my partner and me, and we run out of rope too fast. And I do take note that in these northern places we have chosen for vacations recently, she is often the only person of color around, which I know isn’t easy.
Today, Micou Island. A small island– a tiny island, 15 minutes drive from here. Micou is like a floating park, just off the shoreline. It can be walked to at low tide when a sand bar juts up just enough to walk across. On the small island there is a house and a trail– which runs roughly the perimeter of the island and which we all walked today in about 45 minutes. My mother with a walking stick Karen had loaned her. Then pictures were taken, then home and lunch, then a ride to Peggy’s Cove– the tiny commercial strip with tourist things gifty, things coffee, ice creamy things. Two galleries, one of which displays the work of Karen, our host here– and at the end of the walk, a lighthouse perched out on huge spectacular rock formation. I left the camera behind for the Peggy’s Cove part today and forgot to take pictures at Bike and Bean yesterday. So you have here the Ross Farm adventure from yesterday and Micou’s Island today.