(Clearly, when I said I’d finish writing about my vacation “by the end of the weekend“, I meant “at some unspecified point in the future.” Try and keep up, people!)
Rain, rain, rain. Saturday had been damp and foggy in the morning, but today it was flat out raining. Hustled out to breakfast between the raindrops, and then picked up my rental car for a side trip to Wolfville. Why Wolfville? Well, why not?
Missed the turnoff, so doubled back. By now it wasn’t raining and the sun was coming out – all the better to see the beautiful rolling hills and that the tide was low.
It didn’t take as long as I expected to get there, and the first place I passed on my way into town was one of the reasons I’d come here: Just Us Coffee Roasters. I drank what was possibly the best iced latte in the world (strong and slightly salty) and learned all about fair trade coffee in their museum. Bought six pounds of coffee and hot chocolate, and only wondered how I was going to get this home once I’d left.
Eventually found the library, which was closed. But the public computer room was open, AND they had free wireless. Score! Looked up directions to Gaspereau Valley Fibres and set out to find it. After almost three quarters of an hour of getting lost and doubling back on country roads, I found it. Only to discover it’s closed on Mondays. Hungry and grumpy, I made it back to town and had lunch at the Library Pub.
There are several wineries in the area, and I couldn’t leave without visiting one. In the end, I wasn’t able to leave without three bottles of wine (to add to my concerns about how I was getting this home.) One was a red, one was a white, and the third was a dessert wine made with apples grown in local orchards.
The trip back to town was uneventful. The tide was out, and there were gorgeous acres of rich red mud. I wanted to wallow in it for a few hours.
Pulled myself back together and went back to Halifax, where I found a message from a friend about a library school alumni meeting, and would I be interested in attending? Well, since it meant taking the ferry across the harbour, which was one of the only things I hadn’t been able to do, it wasn’t a hard decision to make.
Called it a night, finished packing, and ran down to the Starbucks (which used to be a bank) and got something to eat in the morning, since it was going to be an early start.