I was in Sydney, Nova Scotia for work this week. Monday was a cloudy windy day so I went back to my hotel room, changed, grabbed my camera and headed to Louisburg. This is a historical village on the edge of Cape Breton Island. They have this lighthouse and trail that is fabulous. A photographer could putter for hours. I've been before (in the summer) and have been anxious to get back. I arrived there and saw a totally empty parking lot. It then dawned on me that I was a middle aged woman (well almost middle aged- I plan to live to 103), alone, at the end of a winding dirt road, in the middle of no where and no one knew where I was. Here's a shot- see the white speck- that's my car:
This is me staying back from the rocks:
The power of the water was unbelievable. The clouds were nifty too. And I did say that it was a lighthouse trail so here it is:
if you ever travel to Cape Breton- it's worth travelling there. Just take my advice and take a friend (hell I'll join you!), carry a stick and let people know where you are going :) 'k?
oh and don't tell my mother. She'd kill me.