Dream now, travel later: one of many new hashtag-style slogans brought on by the current pandemic situation. In the travel industry, we’re not accustomed to discouraging people from travel, but that’s where we’re at right now. Also right now, weekly grocery store trips are epic quests into the dangerous unknown, the outcome of which is of immense importance to our survival (and baking goals).
We will travel again, but it might take awhile for international travel to be within our reach. So what do we do in the meantime? We dream, and possibly think of exploring a little closer to home.
I was born in Canada with the soul of a wanderer, but never travelled to the east coast of my own country until just last year. It’s a common story for avid travellers: we love to travel abroad, but many of us have seen more of foreign countries than we have of our own.
Turns out, the east coast of Canada is absolutely magical.
These are just a few of my favourite discoveries on Canada’s east coast from my job as a “Road Warrior” last summer, leading road trip adventures with Out Here Travel. Each of these probably warrant their own dedicated post, but for now, here’s a little taste:
Following the sun on Cape Breton
If there is any place in Canada that has actual magic faeries, it is probably this fantastically scenic island on the northeastern end of Nova Scotia. The weather is changeable, though, which means every day has the added challenge of finding the sunny side of the island to hike or swim, and make it to the right spot in time for an epic sunset.
Falling in love on PEI
My first impression of Prince Edward Island is that it looked like an oversaturated photograph: the grass seemed too green, the dirt too red, the sky too blue, the island in general just too good to be true. I fell in love on PEI with the island itself and it wasn’t hard to do: it’s the perfect setting for a beautiful romance. With or without finding my Gilbert (that’s an Anne of Green Gables reference, for the uninitiated), by the end of the summer I was seriously considering moving to The Island and living in an uninhabited (haunted?) lighthouse. I still might.
Finding new heights in Gaspesie
To your average west coaster spoiled by too many mountains ranges to choose from, the prospect of hiking on the east coast is a bit of an eyebrow raiser. But Gaspesie (or what I like to refer to as the sticky-outy part of Quebec) rose to the challenge, and challenged me in more ways than I had expected, including to unbury my elementary school french and overcome my introversion combined with language barrier anxiety to make some magique Sea Shack friends. Also, so many majestical sunsets.
Having Fun-dy in New Bruns-wy
New Brunswick gets a bad rap on the east coast: other Maritimers love to denigrate it as “The Drive-Thru Province” and “No Funswick.” I have to politely disagree, based purely on the fact that I have had so much fun there. From kayaking through sea caves as the sun sets in the Bay of Fundy, to walking around on the ocean floor exploring the alien-shaped Hopewell Rocks; from screaming into the furious wind at Cape Enrage, to weathering a huge hurricane with a pile of storm chips and puzzles in the tiny town of St. Martins; New Brunswick was consistently at the top of my tour groups’ favourites lists.
Feasting on amazing seafood with incredible music in the friendliest of company
No post about the Maritimes would be complete without mentioning the trifecta of Maritime life: food, music, and friendly people. Oh, pandemic! What I wouldn’t give for a $10 lobster from Captain Mark’s first haul of the season, an invitation to a kitchen party (where amazing music is guaranteed to randomly happen in the kitchen, or so I’ve been told), and people that are so genuinely awesome they welcome me with pots full of mussels and homemade bus-shaped cakes. “How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!”
Finally, dreaming of new adventures
I’m dreaming of travelling to the east coast again not only because of all the above amazing reasons, but also because of the adventures yet to come. Top of my travel list? Newfoundland/Labrador. My grandfather moved to the west coast from a tiny Hudson’s Bay outpost on the coast of Labrador, after an upbringing that involved such seaside shenanigans as carting an overgrown pet seal around by wheelbarrow (yes, he is writing a book); so I suppose I’m 1/4 Newfoundlander, but I’ve never been. “The Rock” is calling, and I must go… (later).
Canada has SO MUCH to offer, and to my fellow Canada dwellers, after the domestic travel restrictions are eased I hope you will consider exploring more of it, supporting our local tourism economy before you venture forth to foreign adventures once more. If you are reading this from abroad, I hope you too will dream of Canada and come visit once we can move on from #travellater to #travelasap!
Thank you for reading, this post is not sponsored or paid for in any way, I simply want to share the magic of the Maritimes with you all, in order to support the travel industry of this region I’ve come to love.
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