Farther down the road, we found that the short trail to Copper Mine Falls had been washed downhill in a landslide, but we carefully (and safely, parents) made it to the end, and it was totally worth it - the falls were swollen from snowmelt and the rains from the day before. Blow Me Down Cape Trail left from the same spot and headed straight up a nearby mountain. We made it as far as a scenic lookout (pictured below) before turning back.
On our way down south, we ate at a lunch counter in one corner of a mall that was quiet except for some distant muzak, and we got dinner at the hotel restaurant surrounded by paunchy ferrymen talking in rumbling voices with unintelligible accents.
If you're reading this and all has gone according to plan, we're on the ferry back to the mainland!
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There are not enough superlatives. I have LOVED this trip! C/L as you know, your maternal grandfather had a deep appreciation of poetry and this, by Robert Frost,was one of his favourites. As were you.
ReplyDeleteTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Safe travels home you two! xox