After our stay with my brother in Truro, it was once again time to move on. My Patty had been asking if we could stop in Halifax. Given our early time of departure and short driving day, I agreed with this minor detour. The day was drizzly in any event and I felt the need for a pee and a real coffee (in that order).
Our dependable GPS (Gertie) got us to the Angus McDonald toll bridge between Dartmouth and Halifax and after paying our $1 toll, we headed for the harbour and hopefully a parking spot. Like everywhere else in summer, construction was happening everywhere. We found a spot in the Bishops Landing development. Buttoning up, I headed through the rain to pay the parking fee, while Patty got ready for the rain and wind. We were close to a coffee shop, but decided to save that for later. Our wander took us…
along the harbour where boats and floating docks were rocking and rolling in the waves
the gulls and this merganser seemed to be enjoying the weather
the tall ship Silva and the corvette HMS Sackville told us we were close to the Halifax Maritime Museum. We had visited here with the family in 2005 and did not have time to get reacquainted today.
Our wander took us through the Amos pewter shop, the Rum Runners’ Rum Cake factory (free samples, yum) and at last to the facilities.
Despite having survived the largest man-made explosion (prior to development of nuclear weapons) when the Norwegian vessel SS Imo collided with the French vessel SS Mont Blanc, there were plenty of historical buildings. The Mont Blanc was laden with munitions loaded in New York and bound for France. The Imo was empty at the time. A series of unfortunate navigation errors caused a low-speed collision which resulted in an uncontrollable fire on the Mont Blanc, leading to an explosion. The explosion released the same energy as a 2.9 kilotons of TNT. 2,000 people died in the blast, 9,000 were injured and almost all structures within a half mile radius were obliterated along with trees, iron railings, etc. Nearby ships including the Imo were grounded and the resultant tsunami wiped out the nearby community of the Mi’kmaq First Nation.
We spent some time at the Nova Scotian Crystal factory watching the glass blowers at their trade. Some of the finest mouth blown, hand cut crystal in the world is produced here and shipped around the world.
All the while we wandered along the waterfront, the Halifax Transit ferries shuttled passengers back and forth between Dartmouth and Halifax.
We now headed back for that long awaited coffee and an oat cake, before getting back on the road to Digby. Heavy showers continued on and off, so not much point in stopping for the scenery or photos. We did stop for pie at the Evangeline Cafe in Grand Pré. There is always time to stop for pie.