A souvenir from Nova Scotia

As I mentioned in this morning's post, today we drove down the "lighthouse trail" to Peggy's Cove, Mahone Bay, and Lunenburg, a beautiful, scenic drive along the southwest coast. Peggy's Cove looks like a movie set, with all the appropriate scenery and props of a fishing village set just so. I’m not convinced anyone actually lives there, but there certainly is no shortage of tourists.

At one point, Wayne pulled the car over so I could take a photo; while returning to the car, I stepped into a deep hole camouflaged with weeds, and fell. I don't know if I hit the camera or a rock, but there was lots of blood and a cut just below my lip. I stopped at a restaurant/gift shop to clean up and the proprietor gave me some ice to put on it. I looked in the mirror and realized I needed stitches, but spent the next few hours in denial with napkins pressed to my lip. Wayne noticed on the map that there was a hospital in Lunenburg, Fisherman's Memorial Hospital, and suggested we have them take a look at it. By this time I realized that I couldn't talk, smile, eat, or drink without my lip breaking open and bleeding again, so I reluctantly agreed to go. Three stitches, two hours, and one hospital bill later, we were on our way. The stitches really were necessary, so it's a good thing we took care of it.

I did get some good photos today, though; I'll upload them next time we have internet access, so do check back.

We were glad we stayed the extra day; a few more days wouldn't have been too many as far as I was concerned, but it is time to move on.