At the exact moment we pulled in, a Mi'Kmaq (First Nations) descendant began a group talk about her ancestors and how they lived, communicated, hunted, built their wigwams, clothed themselves, cooked their meals, how they made musical instruments, how they sang and even heard a moose call. It was absolutely fascinating. She spoke to a crowd of about 80 people. Once the talk was over we wandered down to the lake to soak up the serenity. It was so peaceful. Everyone left the moment the talk was over, back in their cars and off in whatever direction they were headed. We went back and spoke to the lady who demonstrated the Mi'Kmaq tribal ways and we able to learn more and feel and touch the implements and tools and even try on the native squaw's dress.
It was fabulous. When she found out what our plans were she said her spirits and the spirits of her people would be with us. It felt so real and so reassuring. I was comforted by it all and felt at ease with the trip ahead.
We arrived back at Shelburne mid-afternoon and two minutes later Mike pulled in after collecting Pam (his gorgeous partner) from the airport (she just returned from Ireland). Good timing all round. We sorted our belongings, charged up the computer and camera (the leads went missing for a few days but the bus driver who collected us from the airport dropped them off at Mikes yesterday - whew), sent a parcel of bike parts and oddities home, and then Paul packed the camping gear on Ellie. The girls came around to say farewell. Hugs all round before they left again.
We rode to Yarmouth on the far west of Nova Scotia arriving at 8.45pm. We were quietly excited as this marked the beginning of our cross-continent ride in the weeks to come. Our parting evening shot of Yarmouth was of a glorious sunset which we took as a sign of good things to come.