a surprise trip to Blomidon

 

Sunday was hot. It has certainly cooled off since then. But the heat was getting to us that day, so we went for a drive.

 

Soon we were nearing the coast, which isn't hard to do around here.

 This remarkable roadside home was worth a cruise-by.

 

Somehow we ended up on the road to Blomidon Provincial Park

 

lush farmfields open up the view to our destination

 

 

I suppose this is cape is considered the easternmost end of what they call the North Mountain that encompasses the Annapolis Valley. 

 

  Such a pretty drive in.

 

 As we come onto the beach we see it is at low tide.

 

 I wanted to put this shot in as a sepia, but had trouble for some reason. I just thought the people sitting in their chairs at this natural wonder had an Edwardian look about it.

 

 Playing volleyball on a beach isn't unusual except that within hours this area will all be under water.

 

I wasn't convinced that I could capture this shot of the little girl in her hot pink dress,

but Wally's imagination was caught and he took the camera to make this beautiful simple shot.

 Looking in the opposite direction we see the cliffs of sandstone.

 

 On and on they go

 

And behind us we leave a rushing creek that gushes into the sea

It rushes on over stone and sand as it finds its way over the long receding beach

 

To the right of it hangs a bower over lower sandstone cliffs

 

The river is slowed substantially as it finds its way to sea, feeding these lush sea plants that only exist here over the barren sand.

 

 And then, finally, the river finds the sea's edge, as we look out toward the Minas Basin

 

The ripples in the sand tell a story

So do this child's footprint that go in the same direction as the seagull's tracks

The happenstance of  "we seaweed three"

And a very odd footprint indeed

 

 This exquisite white crab waits for the sea to reclaim it

 

Two Mennonite women make their way to the water's edge

 

 A panorama of the fabulous Blomidon cliffs that rise up to 600 feet high

 and the fabulous long beach at  low tide.

And good-bye to the volleyball players

 

Wally couldn't have been happier.

 

Soon I will post the pictures from our drive home that was so quintessentially Nova Scotia that they are worth a posting of their own. Til then, be well, be happy, be grateful. There is beauty everywhere.