We’ve now been traveling more than 1,000 Days but come December this year its actually going to be 3,000 Days since the Epic Trip that changed our lives. The one that got us over the fear-hump that had kept us from big family travel.
I’ve told the story before of how in 2006 Everette’s sister (& family) and mom lost virtually all they owned in a freak storm that tore their roof right off their house. And about 9 months later my (Karen) own sister lost her house to a fire. Well, that was 9 months of us observing what loss of all material things looks like, and what rebuilding and starting over again looks like up close.
Within about 20 minutes of talking to my sister the day after her house burned down Everette and I looked at each other and basically said, “Let’s go help them rebuild!”
Only three weeks later we were driving across the big nation of Canada in 2 vehicles packed with our youngest 7 (of 9) kids….and our life has never been the same since.
We’ve had some wonderful experiences in the past 8 years since then….unfortunately some of the photos documenting those adventures have been lost on USB’s and locked into external drives. We have memories of much of it, but you know how those fade over time. And many we just don’t recall without some prompting.
I was able to piece-meal some pictures of our time in Cape Breton to represent some of what we did. Unfortunately our visits to Baddeck and the Alexander Graham Bell Museum, and the Fortress of Louisbourg are gone. And the incredible first winter at our house in River Bourgeois: the seal that laid on the ice for 3 days (& Everette and Toveli touched!); the red fox running across our property; the catapults the kids built in the forest. No images of ceilidhs; the girls tap-dancing; Rauchelle sailing in the boat she co-owned with 3 old men!
Even more so, the incredible trip south: explored Pier 21 and climbed the Citadel in Halifax; fell in love with the colorful shops at Mahone Bay; jumped amongst the rock base of the lighthouse at Peggy’s Cove; enjoyed Joyce’s chowder at the very southern tip of the province at Clark’s Harbour; to the reaches of Digby Neck and Briar Island; the low-tide mud of the Bay of Fundy; the beauty of Annapolis Valley.
On another trip we crossed the Confederation Bridge and explored the red earth of Prince Edward Island, counting more red foxes than ever in our life. And that incredible hawky-hawk that Everette spotted (private joke, sorry!) We ate lunch at Summerside; saw more Anne’s than we could count, & the iconic Green Gables (though the season hadn’t started yet); played in the sand at Cavendish Beach; mulled around Charlottetown before taking much of the coastal road back to Cape Breton.
All of our excursions in Atlantic Canada were fabulous.
Unfortunately I can’t show you the beauty. Almost all that I have left are our home-based photos of our time there. But in the end, isn’t it the people that we share the adventure with truly what matters the most?
And so I share what little I have of those 2 separate years we spent on Cape Breton. You’ll see how little the kids were when we started this nomadic lifestyle.