Nova Scotia Blogs
With snow on the ground, there are many hiking adventures that can be tackled. A recommended winter hike would be our late October adventure to the Gully Lake Wilderness Area. This is almost 4,000 hectares of hardwoods and mixed forests. We decided to bring the dogs with us and do one of the shorter hiking loops; Sandy Cope Trail.
Our main goal was to hike for about two hours and drive 5km to nearby Sugar Moon Farms to enjoy some pancakes and maple syrup. A small reward for our adventure.
Outlandish as it seems, there's a place in the province where you could be shovelling your driveway one day and within the next 24-hours find yourself swinging onto the seat of your bike. Warm snaps are not uncommon during January and February in South West Nova Scotia.
Sometimes the video does all the talking - this is one of those times. An amazing weekend at the point break of Lawrencetown Beach a few weeks back. A big group of surfers, kayakers, wind surfers, all hit the waves. Days like this are why I love Nova Scotia.
T'was the month before Christmas, when all through the land No gifts were yet purchased, no parties yet planned. The shops were stocked with presents and decorated with care, in hopes that customers soon would be there. I eagerly waited for flakes of snow, as I hung my wreath and holiday bows. And mamma with her coffee and dad with his tea, had just called to say they're visiting me!
For those in the communities of South West Nova Scotia, Dumping Day is one of the most nerve-wracking and exciting days of the year.
It's funny but I've never thought very highly of the month of November. The weather gets colder (but rarely cold enough for lasting snow), days become shorter, and the landscape appears gray with no leaves left on the trees. But a recent trip has given me a new found respect for the 11th month on the calendar.
The weather forecast called for clouds and rain, but when we arrived the skies were clear with a nice breeze coming off the water.
My morning drive through the Wentworth Valley enroute to Malagash was nothing short of stunning. The fall colours were still in their prime and I counted four white tail deer in fields along the way. I was heading to Bay Enterprises where I was about to learn about the wonderful world of oysters and quahogs.
When I saw the tidal bore come rushing towards us I knew we were in for a fantastic ride. I knew in that instant I was finally experiencing the true power of the Bay of Fundy. I grew up in the Annapolis Valley, Nova Scotia and spent many afternoons watching the Bay and playing on the ocean rocks. The Bay of Fundy is well known for having the highest tides in the world, and this was reinforced throughout my childhood as I watched the Bay rise and fall many feet in only a few short hours from the steps of my grandmother's cottage.