[Kalon] I have been asked if the trip with all its miles becomes tiring, and the answer is sometimes. But usually when we stop for a couple of days (or more) our batteries are recharged and we're good to go. After arriving in Liscombe, we checked into a delightful resort-type hotel.
We had a nice room followed by a magical dinner. We sat by a view window looking out at the river slowly flowing by, and there were birds everywhere (attracted by a variety of bird feeders hanging up just outside the windows).
Our plans for the following day were to drive up the east coast of Nova Scotia and visit the Louisborg Fortress and hike on the Cabot Trail. But the next morning we decided that Lipscombe was simply too lovely and too relaxing to leave and we arranged to stay another day (which meant missing the northernmost part of Nova Scotia.) Started off the day by hiking some of the trails in the area (there are quite a few)
with the river flowing alongside.
When I got back Karen had discovered that the lodge had a permanent orienteering course. So of course I had to get the map and then find the nine controls (each of which had a letter attached) and then rearrange them to spell a word. (Evergreen, in case you're interested.) What's not to like with a place that has its own orienteering course?
[Karen] In case you are a bird lover this is certainly the place not to miss... bright yellow gold finches hanging on the bird feeders making them into decorative tree hangings, rock doves, pigeons, an occasional cardinal, magpies, and a huge crow. I asked our waitress - 'Is that a rook?' She said no but they did have them in the area but that it was only a crow. It looked just like a picture I had seen once of a black bird dressed in boots and with umbrella which you could imagine repeating Poe's immortal 'Nevermore!' People at a neighboring table visiting from Scotland handed me a bird guide sheet of which the inn had several conveniently hanging near the windows. They had seen a bald eagle fly by and there were evidently salmon swimming in the river which flowed by just down a bank of green grass. Everywhere in Nova Scotia we saw violet, white, and pink colored delphiniums or fox gloves along the highway and in the fields. Everything at Liscomb Lodge was a delight - the people, the service, the food. If you ever find yourself in Nova Scotia, give yourself a treat and stay here. It is only open during the late spring thru early autumn. I asked our friendly waitress 'What do you do in the winter?' thinking of work and she said she had taught herself to crochet. They had a large assortment of crocheted baby blankets and items as well as hand knit fishermen sweaters so I guess a lot of people try to augment a fisherman's income with hand crafts. In this area they also set lobster and crab traps so shell fish is definitely a menu choice. We had enjoyed lobster rolls with Lyn in Gloucester so I overrode my conscience and ordered a whole lobster for dinner - they have two claws here so I shared one arm with Kalon which he was happy to consume. The one negative in our stay was the gray weather with occasional drizzle or rain. I had provided myself with some books from the Harvard bookstore while Kalon had walked around the Harvard Quad so I had plenty of reading material so I was as happy as the proverbial clam.
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