Since it was a cool, dreary day, there was little point of checking out the sights along the Cabot Trail so I headed towards the Gulf of St. Lawrence where the breeze really picked up and watched the waves crash into the eroding shoreline.
I could have watched the waves all day but it was freezing! My thin Goretex windbreaker wasn't cutting it today... I should have brought a toque and gloves along for the trip because the windchill numbed my fingers in just a few minutes. So there I was, driving along the coast, stopping once in while to take a few photos, and then quickly scurrying back to my warm car before I turned into ice. I was a typical tourist and from the looks of things, the only tourist on the Island! In fact, I saw so few people that at times I felt like I had missed a hurricane evacuation notice and was the only person left on the Island.
The weather made the scenery even more surreal and presented a healthy dose of the type of wild conditions Cape Bretoners have to face throughout the year. The afternoon was soon coming to a close and my stomach was begging for some delicious Acadian seafood so the hunt for dinner got underway. Now one of the things you soon realize about the Island is that they rely a lot on tourists so when the tourists aren't around (like in early May), most restaurants, hotels, bed and breakfasts, and attractions are simply closed for the winter season, and to my surprise, some don't even bothering opening until late June. So here I was, a hungry tourist looking to shell out some decent cash for a meal, but without many open places to spend it. After quite a bit of driving, I finally found an empty restaurant in a small Acadian town to appease my hunger.
After that, I found my way back to the hostel, where I had the whole place to myself.
The sky was starting the clear. Tomorrow morning was shaping up to be a very nice day. It was time to start prepping for my excursions along the Cabot Trail.
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