“The answer my friend, is blowin’ in the wind” - Bob Dylan - Thursday, July 24
We woke to a grand view across the Northumberland Straight. Despite bright sun and a clear, blue sky, New Brunswick was socked in with a heavy layer of fog. We enjoyed the view for a while, then got on the road and headed north around the west end of Prince Edward Island.
The drive was relaxing. There were no spectacular scenes to photograph or describe, just easy rolling hills on the inland side of the road, and barren bluffs gently sloping to low cliffs on the seaside. Potatoes are the cash crop here, and we passed many acres of bright green fields dotted with sweet smelling white blossoms. Some of the fields sported purple blossoms, and the roadside was lush with wildflowers of all colors and descriptions.
Prince Edward Island is Canada’s Rhode Island, a small but potent province with an identity very much it’s own. Here you can forget what a mess the rest of the world is in. Here the world seems safe and sane. Civilized where civilization exists, and wild and beautiful where man has left it alone.
Our journey took us to North Cape, a point of land at the extreme northwest end of the island. At 47 degrees north latitude we are not as far north as we were at Waterton-Glacier International Peace Park in Montana and Alberta, but we are as far as we’re going to get on Prince Edward Island. Here the island is wind swept - from all points of the compass - and here they have set up a wind power research station, and a wind farm of active propeller driven generators.
We parked and got out to go into the Visitor and Interpretive Center, but got temporarily sidetracked by the sight of a man on horseback walking out into the water dragging a large rake behind the horse. He was harvesting moss, which is used for a variety of purposes, one of which is hardening ice cream. When we came out of the Visitor Center an hour later he and the horse were gone.