My love of visiting islands is no secret. While Big Tancook Island didn’t make my top 5 it has been on my radar for a few years as a place I’d like to visit.
I have a pretty clear definition of what makes an island an island. If you can drive there, your island status has pretty much been revoked in my mind. It’s the challenge of ferry service that sets island life apart from that of mainland destinations. The ferry to Tancook didn’t disappoint. I was fascinated by the loading/unloading process. No cars for visitors touring the island or for islanders heading to the mainland. Cargo is loaded into containers and hoisted on and off the ferry.
William G. Ernst
Before arriving on Big Tancook, the ferry stops at Little Tancook Island, just long enough to load and unload.
One of my favourite parts of work trips is when there is an opportunity to tour the area, particularly the wharves and harbours. While these stops used to make me crazy when I was growing up (I would have much preferred a gift shop or two) I’ve learned to appreciate the bustle and character each harbour possesses. Here are some highlights from last week in Cape Breton.
July has inadvertently been filled with work travel with the bonus of the meetings being in places off the normal meeting track. Something I’ve not been good about (but am trying to do better) is taking some extra time for stops along the way.
A little over a week ago I was at a meeting at the Pictou Lodge. It had been about a decade since I’d been to the area with little free time on the last go through. This time there were lots of stops on the way.
A broken air conditioner meant we were driving with the windows down and the scent from Seafoam Lavender Farm made us turn around and double back. It was a cute little shop; I’m anxious to try my treasures, particularly the pet spray (Charlie can be stinky).
One of the things I love about visiting other wharves is seeing how different the same components can be from harbour to harbour. Given the lack of large boulders on the island, I’m always fascinated by places that have them in abundant supply. I love the architecture of how these rocks are placed, like pieces of a puzzle:
Photo 101 asked us to look for patterns and lines in architecture that would translate into black and white. I usually prefer colour, but I do like how the rocks become more pronounced in the black and white version: