Now that Nova Scotia is my daily view I’ve found it hard to write about it in any interesting way. For a week I have been dissecting the world around me; I have been comparing, sitting, watching, listening, strolling, photographing, noting, pondering and touching the things around me in the hope to have something worth reading and I can understand what makes the east coast Canada’s beauty, so beautiful. I have discovered depth of sound, compared textures, watched movement and likened colours; feeling like a botanist, strolling around the forests with my notebook and camera, stopping, touching and taking notes.
Most days I jog on the same loop around Coldbrook, I would run with my head down, eyes on the ground in front of me and when I remembered to lift my sight it would be to startlingly crisp, wide, perfect scenery. My eyes were hit by light that didn’t seem to have anything to do with the sun. The health of the earth was brightening, grass and moss so green it looked unnatural, ground so soft and bouncy it felt like foam and trees so peacefully and restfully untouched.
Meeting Dan’s family for the first time was daunting, but rewarding, we have relaxed far more then we have needed to, letting our bodies soften and become stiff from underuse rather then overuse. We bed early and rise late, playing 40 games of Parcheesi a day and watching the weather change from the window.
It has been pretty cool talking to people who are invested in our happiness, to tell them our journeys and our stories. To met extended family and to watch sports and drink beer and have the dinner cooking while hearing the stories of their own movement through the world.
The roads in Nova Scotia are not well equipped for bikes, no shoulders, fast traffic and huge highways stop us from setting off to places like Black Rock or kejimkujik, and instead of only having ourselves to think about, now our plans often coincide with birthdays and pre-planned events. Perhaps when we return we can do the things we had hoped to do this time around.
We have ventured somewhat, we spent a weekend with a friend in the city of Halifax. A city so quiet you can hear the leaves brushing pavements in the wind, or someone locking the door to their house, see events that engage the whole city or hear people talking about the grand cities they have been too rather then how grand the city is they live in.
We also found Fuller Terrace and Creighton St practically adjacent to each other. Freeeak-y!
We also took a very cool drive down to Annapolis and spent the night in a mighty fine cottage on a river, drinking cider, playing Parcheezi and pretty much finding paradise. I watched the biggest flying V of Canadian geese I had ever seen struggle to stay in formation with ripples running down the arms like snakes travelling through sand. In the dead of that night I woke and fetched a glass of water, walking past the aged fire, not a whisper of sound and the cosiest warmth and calm ran over me like a pot of honey was poured on my head.
We visited impressive Halloween costume shops, hiked the Bay of Fundy, and trolled for buried treasure at Guy Frenchies.
2 and a half weeks till we are Sydney bound. We have a lift to Boston, we will stay 2 nights there and then board a Greyhound to take us to New York for a night.
We will leave to cycle around the world in 9’ish months. My countdown has already begun.