Today we drove around Cape Breton's Cabot Trail, a road around the Cape Breton highlands first built in 1926. There were "views"—all of rock, sea, and sky—the main ingredients of everything here (with the addition of trees). By the time we got back we felt battered and oppressed by the endless expanse of gray ocean merging into gray sky, the rock holding everything up and piled everywhere, the sky hanging over us like beaten tin. We were exhausted by the weight of this world.
Home made goat cheese, fresh fiddleheads cooked with the barest hint of honey, fresh Cape Breton lobster, Nova Scotia beer and a roaring fire seem to have revived us....The food here is a constantly luminous thing!
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