Thursday Travels: More from the Glasgow Lakes Look-Off Trail

(8 June 2012.  Glasgow Lakes Look-Off Trail.  Cape Breton Highlands National Park, Nova Scotia.)

(8 June 2012. Glasgow Lakes Look-Off Trail. Cape Breton Highlands National Park, Nova Scotia.)

During the last Thursday Travels post, M and I were still making our way along the Glasgow Lakes Look-Off Trail.  The trail was getting wetter and wetter as we made our way up and along the highlands plateau.

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Musings

Early this morning

Early this morning

Have the courage to follow your heart and intuition.  They somehow already know what you truly want to become.  Everything else is secondary.

~ Steve Jobs

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After Sandy

Part of the storm preparations. (The disco tub half full with water we might have needed if the power had gone out.)

Sandy didn’t quite live up to her hype here in the Bogs.  I am grateful for that.  I know she was much, much rougher on those closer to where she came to shore.  Family and friends back east are without power, but everybody is okay.  I am most especially grateful for that.

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Earth’s eye

A lake is the landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature.  It is earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.

~ Henry David Thoreau, Walden, “The Ponds” (1854)

If you live in northeast Ohio and you’re a fan of Quail Hollow State Park, please read on.

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Hopewell Rocks

Hopewell Rocks is a good place to experience the tides of the Bay of Fundy.  Also known as Flowerpot Rocks, the base of the rocks are covered twice a day at high tide.  At low tide you can view and explore the rocks from ground level.

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Cliffhanging

Stairs to the beach at Cape Enrage

Once upon a time, a very long time ago (going on 20 years, I think) in a land far away, I took a fall down a long, steep set of metal stairs in a castle ruin.  It happened in Scotland, and I obviously lived to tell about it, but during the fall I wasn’t sure I would.  Even M had thoughts of having to take me home in a body bag.  We both agree it seemed to take hours for me to reach the bottom although it was probably a matter of seconds.  I miraculously made it to the bottom with almost no injuries (a cut, a missing fingernail, a little mud on my nose).

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