The second part of our trip to Canada was devoted to exploring this wonderful island just beyond New Brunswick.
To get there you take the Confederation Bridge, a marvel of modern engineering. The bridge is 7 miles long and takes ten minutes to cross; this photo (actually taken on the way home) shows it nearly empty at 6:30 a.m.
The beautiful little town of Victoria was closed up in late September, but this gem of a lighthouse caught our eye.
Churches on the island had a look all their own. I loved this black and white one.
We absolutely loved the little fishing shacks lining the wharves – these were in a village with the slightly silly name of Red Head.
And this one in North Rustico was almost obliterated by row upon row of lobster traps. There were an unbelievable number of traps under construction here!
The red dirt roads of Prince Edward Island are legendary – songs have even been written about them.
Some fishing villages had boats packed in so tightly you could walk across the harbor on them. Fishing here consists mainly of lobster, tuna and herring, and mussel farms are common.
Beaches here are gorgeous … endless expanses of ankle-deep sand, boardwalks across the dunes, seagrass and mussel shells, and wild raspberries and roses.
“Heritage roads” on the island are red clay lanes that have been spared burial under asphalt. Protected and preserved, they have historical and aesthetic value as scenic and cultural refuges.
A sea lion at East Point tempted us to jump the barrier at the edge of the cliffs and get a photo.
I’m looking forward to returning one day … as with all special places, Prince Edward Island looks like nowhere else. To quote a song we heard sung one night by a 14-year-old boy during a sort of makeshift céilidh:
“This island that we cling to has been handed down with pride
By folks that fought to live here, taking hardships all in stride
So I’ll compliment her beauty, hold on to my goodbyes
And I’ll stay and take my chances with those saltwater joys.”