Our Nova Scotia Sojourn continues... After leaving Peggy's Cove we ventured on to Cape Breton Island and up the Bras d'Or (French for Arm of Gold - or simply Brass Door if you are Tim). I can't think of anything more heavenly than an aimless walk on a beach, the sea breeze in your hair (for those of us who have hair), the sand between your toes, and the incomprehensible breath of God in your lungs. Breathtaking is not adequate to describe the raw nature of this little piece of heaven on earth. We hunted down some of the places the Rankin Family sings about like Gillis Mountain and the Orangedale Station. It is easy to see why a number of their songs have such an air of sadness too them when you consider the desperate change of this land since its early European settlement. We practiced our Gaelic as best we could in order to better read the road signs and found a local Ceilidh we thought we would hang out at but unfortunately it was already full to the door. Eli sought out the Alexander Graham Bell Museum, which, considering the phenomenal technology I take for granted every time I send a blog - was fascinating. Like most inventors Bell never stopped thinking, creating, experimenting, or inventing. In contrast though, to other eccentric inventors, he was not self absorbed or socially inept. Bell himself said his work teaching the deaf to speak was far more valuable than the telephone or the hydrofoil. On our way to Ingonish we stopped at North Shore to visit Curtis (our previous WWOOFer) who was blowing glass at a local Artisan Studio. It was great to see him again and to watch him work this time with a gas fired furnace which produces completely different glass results. We continued up the north eastern route of the Cabot Trail. Regrettably the signs and maps failed to mention that this route was in fact a support-bra trail! We made it to the very tip of the most northerly point of Cape Breton - where a sign stood congratulating us on reaching the most northerly point of Cape Breton! Any goat trail off the beaten track is a welcome challenge for Tim, who has no need of support or bras, and so had the time of his life driving on the edge of cliffs, up steep hills, and dangling precariously close to heaven itself in search of the best firewood or the perfect view.