The land of milk and honey! The land of milk and honey! Er....rather, the land of Anne of Green Gables, which is very nearly as good. Imagine me skipping a bit, as childhood excitement takes over.
|Jerod took this photo, the highlight of which is that behind|
the acres and acres of potatoes, the ocean stretches out into the distance.
After a strategic-though-damp night camped out at Murray Beach Provincial Park (New Brunswick), we crossed Confederation Bridge and headed, in a zig-zaggy fashion, along the Northumberland Straits shoreline. Jerod patiently stopped for my frequent photo requests, and eventually, we cut inland and north-east, towards the Gulf of St. Lawrence.
|First photo stop - a view of Confederation Bridge|
fading out of sight in the direction of New Brunswick.
The food was fantastic, the servers friendly, the weather was sublime, and everything about the restaurant was as locally sourced and eco-conscious as it could be. We had no idea it would be so in sync with our own food preferences. As an added bonus, our table looked out into the harbor where we watched more than ten great blue herons fishing within a fairly limited area. I was so utterly delighted, I declared the whole trip a success right then and there!
After lunch, we spent a few minutes poking around the harbor village.
With rain threatening, we continued on to Cavendish and Green Gables Heritage Place. Due to our limited time on the island, I had selected just one Anne stop, and this was it. Heritage Place is the site which inspired the setting of Green Gables, and Cavendish is, to a large degree, where Lucy Maude Montgomery wrote the first book in her now world-famous series. It is a farm-turned-museum which was the home of Montgomery's aunt and uncle - said to be the inspiration for Mathew and Marilla. It was already a tourist attraction in the early 1900s while Montgomery's relatives still lived there and has since become part of Parks Canada.
We had a pleasant time wandering through the old barn and farm house, which have been remodeled to reflect how they are described in the books. Then we took a stroll through the light mist hanging in the woods nearby, where an interpretive sign indicated the little grove was one of the few remnants of 'natural' forest still remaining on P.E.I.
|Do you recognize the dress in the corner?|
The cedar dunes in this area help protect the beach from erosion, but also host carpets of poison ivy all around the campground. We grilled our dinner, camped among the cedars, and woke up to the sound of surf.
We were mighty content.