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A Brief Sleep In Sight Of The Fort

A Window In The Armory

Very Big Bellows In The Blacksmith's Shop

A Burly Blacksmith

Fresh Baked Bread

Around the Corner

An Inquisitive Ram

In Front Of The Theatre

All Suited Up For Lunch

Digging Into Our Authentic Meal

Boys By The Gates To The Waterfront

A View Of The Sea

I Can See China From Here

On The Move

The Basilica

A Crazy Family Shot

The Inns On The Edge Of Town

Detail Of The Basilica

The Chapel

A Unique Podium

How The Officers Slept

Checking Out How They Make The Replica Hardware

Up On The Walls

Taking a Peek

A View Of The City

A Brisk Wind

Funky Orange Fungi

A Gentlemen

Waiting For The Cannon Blast

The Marching Band

The Sounding Of The Muskets

The Band

Wee Children Of The Period

Cleaning The Cannon

Out Through The Gates And Over The Moat

A Sweeping View of Bras D'Or (The Golden Lake)

You Can Get Lobster At McDonalds!

Playing On The Ferry


Checking Out The View

The Rolling Fields Of PEI

And The Sun Goes Down On A Little Old Farm House

We got almost no sleep on the ferry. You are not allowed to sleep on the floor, which is understandable in a place where people are sometimes seasick. The seats were not especially uncomfortable, at least for the first hour. By the fourth or fifth hour, though...

We unloaded in the dark in North Sydney. Our plan was to drive to the 18th Century fortress at Louisbourg, about an hour away. Upon arriving, we found it did not open for several hours, so we set up the tent in a grassy patch near the water and caught a bit of sleep. It turned out to be the "Royal Battery", where a number of 36 pounder cannon had once covered the water approach to the fortress.

At Louisbourg, we watched soldiers in period costume fire cannon and muskets, bought authentic period bread, fresh from giant ovens (we bought the noble's white bread, rather than the soldier's tougher rye), and walked the ramparts. A puppet show entertained Liam, and we ate a typical lunch in the period messhall (pea soup, bread, and coffee for us.) Ryan refused to be apprenticed to the blacksmith - pumping bellows for 15 hours a day, 6 days a week did not appeal to him. Ah, the pampered youth of today.

We drove fairly quickly through Cape Breton to reach the ferry to PEI, which we reached at about 6:30. The 6:00 sailing was still loading, and we were waved straight on! Our ferry luck had changed. We ate a cold picnic dinner on the open deck in the early evening sun.

PEI is very picturesque. We discovered this in part because our road atlas is incorrect in a few spots, leading us to take several backroads across the island. The earth is brick red throughout. Lush green woods, fields of dark green potatoes, and yellow crops alternated all the way across the island. We were headed for Cavendish, the home of Anne of Green Gables, on the north west side of the island. Unfortunately, Cavendish National Park was full. We had to camp at a commercial site which, while fairly green, looked a lot like an RV sales lot. We set up very late, in a very heavy wind, with sheet lightning flashing ominously in the distance. We were utterly exhausted.

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