We drove to Cape Breton in Nova Scotia and stopped in a tiny fishing town called White Point. I got out of the car and walked the way the stick pointed. If there's anything I want to remember about this walk it's the smell. Red clover flowering in the heat. I wish I could blog in smell-0-rama.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
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