We stopped for coffee & a breakfast sandwich in Antigonish and reached the island of Cape Breton by 11 am. Because we were ahead of schedule, we also took the Ceilidh Trail (pronounced kay-lee) which meets up with the Cabot Trail. The western side of the island is mostly Scottish/Gaelic ancestry; and I love the fact that the signs are in both English and Gaelic! We listened to Cape Breton's own "Rankin Family" as we drove through the beautiful little villages. (I think it's probably against the law NOT to play them!!).
A little further on, we stopped for lunch in the Acadian village of Chetticamp..
You simply cannot drive through Chetticamp without stopping to say hello to "Joe's Scarecrows". Judy and I met the Queen Mother (God rest her sainted soul!), Margaret Thatcher, Ronald Reagan and many others..
After one more stop to buy Cape Breton oatcakes, we were on the road again. And we soon reached the start of the Cabot Trail and our scenic drive through the highlands. Malcolm was a little put out at the construction, but I think his mood was more delayed anticipation of what was to come..
Come with us now as we drive the Trail. It was absolutely breathtaking in its beauty!.
This was where I discovered that my camera's memory card was full! Drat! Can't trust your own children to keep you up on your equipment!