Take me home.. to Meat Cove..

Canada Day is tomorrow, and I haven’t really made any plans yet, other than to see Andrew’s brother spin at Victor’s in Halifax. Tom is amazingly talented… if you can make it to a set of his, you won’t be disappointed. He’ll also be playing at Evolve in a month’s time.

After complaining in a prior post about “waaaah I can’t do anything this summer”, of course a trip to Cape Breton would present itself.

That’s why “The Secret” and all that new age stuff is garbage… I am nearly ALWAYS pessimistic, and I have great stuff happen to me on a regular basis. Take that, Oprah. Debbie Downers of the world, unite!

The plan is to drive up to Ingonish and spend Friday hiking/swimming, and then head down to North Sydney to spend the night. Saturday I am going to the site of my not-yet-written horror epic… MEAT COVE! In my mind, Meat Cove is home to evil cannibals named MacDonald who eat tourists and are probably friends with the Wicker Man island folks. In real life, Meat Cove is the most isolated village in Nova Scotia, and has great camping, hiking, kayaking, and so forth nearby.

I’m looking forward to having a few days to recharge and have fun. I haven’t been “on vacation” (excluding long weekends) in a while, so having four days off is wonderful. Four days off in Cape Breton? Huge bonus. Lauren: 1, Dartmouth, 0.