After the Storm

Peggy's Cive Light. Nova Scotia

9/4,5   (After The Storm)

Troubled sleep last night thinking about the coming storm and the AC kicking on and off all night to try and take the edges off the stuffiness and humidity. It is 9:00AM and the winds and rain have picked up.  We have turned over the picnic tables to keep them from sailing against the Airstream.  We are now between a cat 1 and tropical storm status.  I wish we could have found that Honda generator that would fit into the bed of the pick up truck.  If the power goes out we will miss the AC the most.  The battery radio gives us steady updates and the hurricane track may begin sliding NE up the coast of Nova Scotia which would put us directly in its path.  I wish we could get down to Peggy’s Cove Light House on its granite hilltop to watch the storm crash.  everyone says stay put and stay inside with the windows closed but it’s a chance in a lifetime to see and feel such power.  I must of course stay here with JoAnn the trailer and truck.  I have a feeling things will be all right.  The rain is pelting now in waves but it is not as bad as it might sound being inside an aluminum tube.  The walls are insulated albeit thinly.  It sounds like being parked in your car, snuggled in the back seat, in a rain storm back in college if you get my drift.

Indian Harbor

Our site fronts the highway and across the road we see an inlet from St. Margaret’s Bay.  The waters have that flattened look and are a dull steel gray.  There is the occasional car with tires hissing wetness but mostly its just the rain and wind.  In nearby Lunenburg its gusting from 90 to 130 kpm.  We have left the trailer hitched to the truck for extra rigidity and have filled the fluid tanks for extra weight down low, charged all the batteries and gotten the flash lights ready.  We can still cook with propane if the power goes out. 

Meanwhile we wait and listen to the strengths of wind and rain oscillating up and down and hope that the tides are not scheduled to rise at the same time as any ocean surges.

2:30 PM

The worst is over.  Things are reverting quickly back to normal.  Not much trauma around here.  A fuel tanker ran off the road, sirens keened back and forth from fire trucks and EMT vehicles. Thankfully only light flickers now and then.  Now, we are already wondering what to do next.  I think its off to Lunenburg. For 40 years I  have heard about Nova Scotia fishing schooners  fishing off the Grand  Banks with their nesting GB dories and even had a wooden GB dory for a while.  I am particularly anxious to see and sail on the Bluenose II Schooner.  Hopefully the sun will come out tomorrow.  We are thankful for no damage to our cozy Airstream and hope all others fared as well.

A couple of days here in Lunenburg andHalifax then its off to New Brunswick and St. Johns.

At days end we took a sunset drive to Peggy’s Cove and hiked out to a granite peninsula that jutted quite far out into the sea where the waves still disturbed from Elmer’s wake still crashed and surged.  Each burst of ancient seawater  astonished.

In a breath we caught the brilliant fire ball sinking into the horizon.  It left behind a cold salt mist that saturated our skin.  It left behind a rose pale afterglow drifting across the tops of the distant whitecaps and the rolling sets.  it backlit the up thrust walls of white sea into translucent lace.  Each a revelation never to be again.