We went to Pictou on August 5th, with the five kids and cousins Maddie and Colton. It was a great day for a drive, and we had lots of fun. After lunch, we tried to find Caribou Island beach. We've been there before, and it's not hard to find. However, we still got hopelessly lost. While pulled over on a red dirt road trying to figure out where we'd gone wrong, I flagged down an oncoming car. A nice elderly couple pulled over, and I begged for help in finding the beach. "Oh, you want to go
swimming...." said the nice gentleman, "well, keep on going down this road, and you'll see some cars pulled over on the side of the road. That's where the locals go to swim. The best beach around." Well, if you're in the Maritimes and someone tells you where the locals go, you know you're in for a treat. So we took his advice and drove down the red dirt road. Pulled over on the side, climbed a sand dune, and found the prettiest private beach you'd hope for. The water was warm, there was lots of shells and beach glass and driftwood for the beachcombers, and the older boys built a great sandcastle. Thanks very much, nice old man!
Come on in, the water's fine!
Joshua wading.
Maddie-O is a great little beachcomber, always finding shells and beach glass.
Colton and Joshua being buried by Jeffrey.
Every beach we went to, someone had to be buried.
Joshua resting peacefully. The sand must have been warm.
The architects at work.
Jason and Justin sculpting their castle.
We dragged them away before they were finished, but it was shaping up to be a masterpiece.
We went to Pictou on August 5th, with the five kids and cousins Maddie and Colton. It was a great day for a drive, and we had lots of fun. After lunch, we tried to find Caribou Island beach. We've been there before, and it's not hard to find. However, we still got hopelessly lost. While pulled over on a red dirt road trying to figure out where we'd gone wrong, I flagged down an oncoming car. A nice elderly couple pulled over, and I begged for help in finding the beach. "Oh, you want to go swimming...." said the nice gentleman, "well, keep on going down this road, and you'll see some cars pulled over on the side of the road. That's where the locals go to swim. The best beach around." Well, if you're in the Maritimes and someone tells you where the locals go, you know you're in for a treat. So we took his advice and drove down the red dirt road. Pulled over on the side, climbed a sand dune, and found the prettiest private beach you'd hope for. The water was warm, there was lots of shells and beach glass and driftwood for the beachcombers, and the older boys built a great sandcastle. Thanks very much, nice old man!
Come on in, the water's fine!
Joshua wading.
Maddie-O is a great little beachcomber, always finding shells and beach glass.
Colton and Joshua being buried by Jeffrey.
Every beach we went to, someone had to be buried.
Joshua resting peacefully. The sand must have been warm.
The architects at work.
Jason and Justin sculpting their castle.
We dragged them away before they were finished, but it was shaping up to be a masterpiece.
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