Cape Breton & My Heart

Last weekend, Matt and I decided (very last minute, about 20 minutes before we left) to take a short weekend trip to Cape Breton and see the Cabot Trail for the first time. We packed up our tent, found whatever camping-appropriate food we had in the cupboards and headed out. We stopped in Antigonish Friday night, at the cutest B&B called the Blue Tin Roof (HIGHLY recommend it), to get a good night's sleep before heading the rest of the way. 

The entire drive my eyes grew wider and wider, taking in every scene around me. While this happened, Matt's laugh grew louder and louder with my insistent "MATT! Look how beautiful that is" (which came in about 3 second intervals). 

After hiking the skyline trail, befriending a squirrel and a failed attempt to make a roaring fire, we spent Saturday night huddled in our summer tent (it only has mesh sides, along with the rain jacket - not ideal for October weather). Bright and early Sunday (trust me, we weren't sleeping-in in that cold) we finished our exploring of the Cabot Trail and made our way home. The cold sleep was well worth the exploding colour of leaves that lined the hills and valleys of this beautiful adventure.

Sufficient to say, we are eagerly planning our next trip back.