Cape Breton, Nova Scotia

Upon crossing the border into Canada, I expected to be impaled with hockey pucks until I lost control of the steering wheel on a slick of maple syrup and collided with a two ton moose, but there was nothing. A noticeable rocky difference in terrain, but otherwise the roads were completely deserted. As I mentioned…

Acadia, Maine

Phase Two of Trip: Continue efforts to try and show Connor the different ways hiking can be enjoyable, or at the very least, not miserable. After treating ourselves to a lobster dinner at Young’s Lobster Pound, Connor and I drove to the Colonial Inn in Ellsworth, Maine, which I had booked a few days prior…