Blooms of shimmering jellyfish as big as your thumbnail rise and fall in dreamy movement a few feet from your paddle. Bubbles from burrowing clams rise in a stream from the ocean floor while hundreds of seabirds explore the exposed flats, feasting on crabs, snails and other creatures.
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.
Say the word camping and it brings back my favourite childhood memories. Back in my day when we didn't have cell phones and video games. We packed up our comic books and novels, our frisbees and badminton rackets, our bathing suits and flotation devices and headed for the open road. We roasted marshmallows, stayed up past our bedtimes and woke up to the smell of scrambled eggs sticking to the pan on the Coleman's stove. We were invigorated by the fresh air. We ran around until we were exhausted. We slept soundly. Often these days we long for simpler times. Electronics fill our bags, constant connection consumes our lives. We blog and tweet our vacations. We tell our Facebook friends where we are and what we are doing. But I encourage us to disengage from it all.
Sometimes there is no greater feeling than getting in the car and just driving. Abandoning all chores and grocery stores and just being free. Opening the windows and letting the breeze blow through you hair. Even better if the breeze is from the ocean and the air is salty and fresh. Finding unexpected treasures along the way, a roadside fruit and vegetable stand, an antique store or a café with fresh made goodies for the road. Packing a picnic, stopping for a walk along a beach you've never seen before, to clear your mind and stretch your legs. These are all the things that make a seacoast drive a must-do, just for the pure joy of it.