We are rethinking our trip theme name: Year of the Dog. We seem to encounter one friendly dog a day.
If we'd waited a day the road would have been freshly graded. The tough keep going.
Last year we failed to find the falls(we were close). Doug volunteered to take us there. He and his wife Betty Anne have visited the falls at least twice a year for over twenty years. Doug welcomed the excuse to get here this summer.
Egypt Falls or Piper's Glen Falls is a broad two-tier waterfall surrounded by steep valley slopes. After a dry summer season this is a trickle, Betty recalled the roar of spring runoff being too loud to talk over.
Most visitors don't get treated to a sight like this. Well worth the trip for the adventurous, bring a suit for a pool-swim.
The reward for hiking in. Could have spent all morning lolling in the sun and water. The black flies were persistent but August-slow .
Doug's rope made scaling the face of the falls safer and easier. Didn't have to be so choosy about foot and hand holds. Saved a few fingernails. The falls are at least 50 feet in height.
The Camerons' told us about their long history with the area including the "black and white days" as their son calls them (before color photographs).
The guy driving the grader surely thought we were nuts. On the way out we stopped and gave him a hand.
Doug's grandfather, like Dave's, was the town doctor. We stopped for lunch and an upload.
As if a hike to the falls was not enough, Doug and Betty Anne had another must-see planned.
We need a geology guide! Every time we wander a shore we find rocks we've never seen before. This mineral laden outcrop contained limestone type deposits of orange and white. The waves shape this soft stuff into caves and crevices. Texture of sugar candy.
This Micmac god could use these for a game of cards.
We don't know what it is but it's cool. When the Cameron's daughter put some in her aquarium at home the rock dissolved and clouded the water.
A closer look than most have from Port Hood. We walk our way to it cove by cove.
Almost to Shag Rock here's a view of Port Hood (far left) and The west end of the island.
This westerly outcrop of Port Hood Island is only a few meters wide.
We were hoping to be transported into another time and dimension but nothing happened.
A hot bath to remove a days worth of dust and sea salt awaited us at the Normaway Inn.