Sunday, August 24, 2014
summer: prince edward island
When I think back on this summer, I will think of the beauty.
Of the way the sun hit the blue Atlantic and how clouds chased each other across the sky faster than I remembered possible. Of sand dunes and fine red sand between my toes. Of wild raspberries on the beach path and the smell of warm salt air. Of the East Coast in summertime.
Let me show you.
We'll start with Prince Edward Island. Nova Scotia will come in a few days.
These are the Greenwich dunes in Prince Edward Island National Park.
The boardwalk stretches on for ages, leading over bog and marsh and freshwater.
Until suddenly, at the foot of a dune, you take off your shoes for the sandy path and walk barefoot over that dune and right into the Atlantic Ocean.
Later, we drove east – all the way to one of the eastern-most points in North America.
The East Point Lighthouse was built in 1867 and is still manned.
Better keep an eye on that boat.
Waters from the Northumberland Strait and the Gulf of St. Lawrence meet at the foot of the lighthouse.
Dusk falls after a dinner of mussels, halibut and the most exquisite cobbler made with teeny-tiny Island blueberries at the old Shaw's Hotel near Brackley Beach.
one year ago: snack chronicles: super fudge
two years ago: finding jim mitchell lake and tarragon three-bean salad
three years ago: tschüss, deutschland! and german groceries
four years ago: rote grütze on ice cream and rosemary corn butter