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DRIVING THE CABOT TRAIL
Ingonish, N.S. This time we did it right, driving clockwise
from Margaree so as to keep on the land side of the road. Last
time around we took it in the other direction from Baddeck,
hugging the cliff's edge for most of the 190 miles (306km)-
and that's not terribly comfortable when you are driving a
24-foot (7.3m) motorhome on Cape Breton's mountainous Cabot
Trail.
Without a doubt this is one of North America's most
magnificent drives. Every
turn in the road brings a
new vista, as it winds
around forested mountains
and across grassy plateaus
then plunges down to the sea
on inclines so steep they
could alarm timorous
drivers.
It is possible to
complete the trail in half a
day, but that would be a
crime. Picturesque fishing
villages cry out to be
photographed. Picnic areas
are reserved above
perpendicular cliffs, with a
swirling sea way below. And part of the trail loops through
Cape Breton Highlands National Park, safeguarding for
posterity the region's most prized scenery in a 948 sq km (366
sq mile) preserve.
The trail is named for explorer John Cabot who came this
way in 1497. Portugese fishermen arrived soon after, followed
by French and Scottish settlers whose influence is strong
still in both language and traditions.
Alexander Graham Bell, who
chose Baddeck at the foot of the
Cabot Trail as his summer home, is
quoted as saying that he traveled
around the globe, saw the Canadian
and American Rockies, the Andes,
the Alps and the Highlands of
Scotland, but for simple beauty
Cape Breton outrivals them all. I
too have seen all those places,
and agree with him wholeheartedly.
Half an hour or so from
Margaree we stopped for lunch
above a scenic cove and watched
what we thought were two whales
cavorting a few hundred yards
(meters) offshore. After 15
minutes, when they hadn't moved on, we had to admit the
"whales" were black rocks and that the waves, not they, were
being playful. Never mind, it was a heavenly spot carpeted
with honeysuckles permeating the air with their sweet
perfume. And the sea birds were for real.
There were so many stops in the next three days. Neil
Harbor is a favorite with photographers for its lobster traps
piled high on the dock and fishing boats alongside. The traps
were being unloaded when we happened by. Most of the lobsters
were around two pounds each. One five pound (2kg) monster was
offered us for $20.
At Chéticamp harbor, deep sea fishing and seal watching
excursions are popular. An ideal base from which to explore
Cape Breton, Chéticamp has a golf course, good seafood
restaurants, shops specializing in Acadian crafts. The
handsome St Peter's Church here was built in 1883 with stone
taken from Cheticamp Island and hauled by horse drawn sleigh
over winter's ice.
The national park has seven
campgrounds. At Ingonish our fully
serviced site was a joy, close to
clean showers and kitchen shelters,
and a five minutes' walk from the
beach. There we could swim in the
sea or a freshwater lake, play a
game of tennis, set off on nature
trails. The Highlands Golf Course
was half a mile (1km) away, the
Keltic Lodge twice that distance.
Operated by the Department of
Tourism and Culture, the lodge is
perched on a stunningly beautiful
site above the sea. Accommodation is
in its main lodge, the White Birch
Inn, and two or four bedroom
cottages. All are within walking distance of golf course,
tennis courts, heated swimming pool and beach.
In summer wild flowers beside the Cabot Trail are
unforgettable. For years I have tried without success to grow
lupins, yet here they are in great profusion alongside the
highway. Twenty eight walking paths within the park are
designed to lead you to more of its natural treasures. Some of
the trails offer a picturesque 10 minutes' stroll, others
provide a "challenging wilderness experience." A Parks Canada
booklet from a park information center will tell you which
ones lead to lakes and streams and historic sites settled by
early Acadians; which are flat and which are steep, and how to
reach the most exciting lookouts.
Our final stop on the Cabot Trail was St Ann's where at
around 8.45 in the morning the sound of bagpipes hurried our
approach. Reward for our haste was sight of kilted students
being piped into morning classes at North America's only
Gaelic college.
St Ann's was originally settled by immigrants from the
Highlands of Scotland. Back in 1851 more than half the
population of St. Ann's emigrated to Australia and then New
Zealand with a Rev Norman MacLeod who had brought them from
Scotland. Now every year, visitors from New Zealand come here
in search of their roots.
The Gaelic College stands on 400 acres (162ha) of the
original 1,000 granted the Rev MacLeod. At its summer school,
students learn Highland art and crafts, bagpipe playing, clan
lore and Gaelic singing, Highland dancing and hand-weaving of
clan and family tartans. During the first week of August the
Gaelic Mod is a seven day festival of Celtic culture and a
gathering of the clans. On campus, the Hall of Clans has
visible displays on the history of the clans and tartans. One
exhibit features Angus McAskill, a Scottish giant nearly 8
feet (243cm) tall who lived and died in St Ann's.
IF YOU GO:- The Cabot Trail begins and ends just south of
Baddeck, about 50 miles (80km) northeast of Port Hastings on
highway 105. To follow the clockwise route, turn onto the
Trail to the left of highway just north of Nyanza, where
signposted.
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