I left Ottawa just over 2 weeks ago. After an emotional screening of my CBC premiere of "The Hyphen Project", I left my cozy house in Chinatown (at 6am!), ready for adventure. I drove with Hyphen participant Clarissa to Sydney, Nova Scotia (yes, in on day). After driving through 4 provinces, we made it to Glace Bay late that night. I spent the next day with Clarissa, exploring her home town: the Whitney Pier.
We went to the Caribbean Festival held at the African Orthodox Church, dipped our toes in the Atlantic at the Polar Bear and picked some wild blueberries around the Pier. If there was any place to start this journey, it would be the Whitney Pier. The people were as beautiful as the scenery, and I felt like I witnessed something very interesting: a community predominantly made up of mixed people. Despite a complex past, the black community and the white community had come together. I was fascinated to see such diversity in a small place, and I understood when Clarissa spoke about the Pier, saying she had grown up in a place where there was "no one way of being black".
After leaving Clarissa, I head out solo for the first time. I stopped at a grocery store to stock up for 3 days of camping, and set off to the Cabot Trail. I was told to do the drive counter-clockwise to get the best view of the ocean as I drove down the side of the mountain. I had read up a bit about the Trail and had my eye on a small camp site near Chéticamp. It was a no-reservation site, right on the ocean. I had no idea what to expect from the trail, and once I arrived, I was floored. If there's anything you need to do on a short trip to Nova Scotia, it's to drive the Cabot Trail. I got to my tiny camp site at the end of my drive and managed to score the last spot. I hadn't camped on my own before, so setting up my tent, starting my fire and cooking became time consuming activities. That evening, as I walked down to watch the sunset by the ocean, I met a lovely woman who was also traveling solo. We bonded over our love of nature and photography and decided to plan a hike together the next day. After the Cabot Trail, I made my way to the Fundy National Park in New Brunswick. This would be my last night of camping before going back to reality. These 3 days alone had been wonderful; enjoying nature's company, practicing my ukulele by the campfire and signing songs in the car.
GABY'S LIST OF SOLO-CAMPING TIPS AND TRICKS:
- Buy a tent small enough so you can hold either end while setting-up
- Do not attempt to boil water on the fire; your water will disappear before you make it
- If you cook on a burner, make sure you can cover the flame, or you will be using your body to constantly shield it from the wind
- Shorter, thinner pasta is much easier to cook that longer, thicker pasta
- Bring your own fire starter (like cut-up cardboard) because they never give you enough kindling. People will wonder, "wow, she's like a pro at starting fires!"
- That 18-in-one soap stuff is the bomb; dishes, laundry, body, teeth, bug corpses on your windshield.
- A stove-top espresso machine (like the Bialetti) will make your camping mornings all the better. Just put that thing on the fire or your burner and sit back.
*I will add more to this list as I continue camping
My love-affair with nature was now on a break. I drove through New-Brunswick all the way to Quebec City. Before departing the East Coast, I stopped at Alma's Lobster shop and bought myself a lobster roll to enjoy on my lunch break somewhere at an Irving's Big Stop. Good call, Gaby. I got to Quebec City in the evening and enjoyed a nice pint of cold beer with my roommate's brother who kindly offered me a place to stay. I do not have a photo of his to share, but rather a photo of the cute cat he lives with. Apologies. The next morning, before driving to Montreal, I got to stop by my brother's place to meet his new baby girl who arrived a few days early! She stared at me as I held her, and I felt so very big in her eyes. I got back in my car, started a new audio book, this time Nora Ephron's "Heartburn", read by Meryl Streep, and drove. I think if anyone was to narrate my life's story, I think I would like it to be Meryl Streep. Just a thought.