As a child, my family made our annual pilgrimage here every summer. As an adult, I took my family here too. These days, living on the other end of the country makes the visits much fewer and further between, but when I do have a total of 36 hours at home, this is where I choose to spend 12 of them.
Ladies and Gentlemen,
a brief tour of one of the world's most scenic drives:
The Cabot Trail
Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, Canada.
This is my Mecca.
Foggy Ingonish Beach.
We ate lobster from the shell on North Bay Beach.
No matter how many times I come here, there's always an angle I haven't seen before.
And there is always the places I need to stop and capture.
Every.
Single.
Time.
Pleasant Bay.
The end of Skyline Trail from French Mountain.
And of course, Cap Rouge... because you're not a Cape Breton photographer unless you've got a dozen different shots of this view.
The crystal clear Atlantic. The water was about 2 feet deep here.
And finally, the fog rolled in on this side of the trail too, and I topped it all off with a swim at one more of those places I'd never shot before: a beach with no name, from what I can tell, at Cap Rouge.
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