Thirty four years ago, I had title to a big piece of these cliffs on the Bay of Fundy, between Port Lorne and Hampton, Nova Scotia.
You can't really own something like this. You take care of it, and enjoy it along with others. I was just out of college and had managed to buy 140 acres, an old house, and a barn for $7,000 that my mom had given me in the hopes of getting this back to land thing out of my blood. I think it had the opposite of the desired result. It created a love of the ocean and the natural world that has never gone away.
It was a pretty spectacular place with a pretty steep hike down to the beach. As beautiful as this was I enjoyed the solid stone beach even more. It was closer to our house and a place where the green grass of Nova Scotia seemed to merge into the blue of the bay waters.
There you could find driftwood for a fire and some grass to pitch a tent. Camping on the Nova Scotia shore is one of the great memories of my younger years. There's nothing like camping right by the ocean and falling asleep to the sound of crashing waves. Nova Scotia had the added benefit of a breeze strong enough to keep any bugs aways and natural air conditioning which kept the temperature mostly in the sixties and seventies. There's probably no meal as good as a steak cooked over salt impregnated drift wood.
For a variety of reasons, I only lived in this magical place for a couple of years, but it will always be etched in my mind.
...and you got rid of this why?
For some reason the Green Day album, American Idiot, comes to mind. ;-]
Posted by: Stephen | July 29, 2005 at 11:22 AM