The night before had been dreadfully cold, averaging a mere four degrees once the sun had vanished. Stargazing and attempts at streaming V Live replays had been benumbing pursuit.
Though the chilliness did carry over to the next morning, clear blue skies and plenty of sunshine welcomed us into the day.
Though the chilliness did carry over to the next morning, clear blue skies and plenty of sunshine welcomed us into the day.
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Breakfast was devoured at the Glenora Pub, which was located adjacent to the dining hall we had visited the evening prior. The menu was simple, and the offerings decidedly standard. However, the ambiance was another story altogether: blinding UV rays penetrated through the windows, then were partially refracted by blinds, filling the space with a warm, comforting glow. Interestingly enough, this was also a spot where the Wi-Fi connection remained resolute.
A cup of piping hot black coffee and PB&J toast later, we returned to the suite to re-assemble our belongings yet again. This was a zone of zero signal, so I stood outside for an additional few minutes to ensure all the necessary communication had been made.
We then commenced on what would be remembered as the most scenic road trip of a lifetime.
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Cabot Trail was a two-way path that wound around the perimeter of Cape Breton. It curved around mountainous regions - sometimes at very sharp angles, might I add - and featured consistent variation of elevation levels.
Given the spectacular weather conditions, we were able to embrace the entirety of the route while being well-informed of the upcoming twists and turns. (During times of dense fog though, one would consider it perilous to attempt the trail without a shred of familiarity.)
Given the spectacular weather conditions, we were able to embrace the entirety of the route while being well-informed of the upcoming twists and turns. (During times of dense fog though, one would consider it perilous to attempt the trail without a shred of familiarity.)
The scene that lay before us was absolutely breathtaking.
Stretching from front to back, then side to side, the sky was a seemingly endless wash of vibrant blue. Paired alongside luscious green forestry and hilly paths, it was a snippet of nature that someone from the metropolitan regions of the nation would not witness on an everyday basis. Moreover, indications of civlization were essentially nonexistent. There wasn't a telephone pole nor streetlamp in sight to interfere with the drive. Mind you, this also meant disconnection with the rest of the world.
Stretching from front to back, then side to side, the sky was a seemingly endless wash of vibrant blue. Paired alongside luscious green forestry and hilly paths, it was a snippet of nature that someone from the metropolitan regions of the nation would not witness on an everyday basis. Moreover, indications of civlization were essentially nonexistent. There wasn't a telephone pole nor streetlamp in sight to interfere with the drive. Mind you, this also meant disconnection with the rest of the world.
Each and every turn marked a different sense of bewilderment, to the point where the situation felt surreal. It was unthinkable that such views existed in my own country - and just a few hours away! - yet not once had we escaped our commodious suburbs to immerse ourselves within it.
We continued along Cabot Trail, stopping at nearly every viewpoint in admiration. Consequently, the journey to our chosen lunch destination was prolonged.
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Undergoing construction work and pending paving was a particularly steep downhill portion of the trail. Again, street lighting was nonexistent in this area, which begs the question(s):
- Does construction take place solely during daytime hours?
- What is the speed of completion of such projects?
Certain spots had been rendered tourist-ready, with a shoulder to accommodate temporary parking or wooden platforms with infographics. Needless to say, we took advantage of these additions.
Read Part 2 HERE !
Read Part 2 HERE !
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