We were now on our way back to Halifax to get our flight home. But we still had some time ... We got on the Lighthouse Route and headed to the south coast and Peggy's Cove. It was cloudy and misty along the shore, we could not see very far out in the Atlantic. The coast is lined with large granite slabs. We saw the lighthouse at Peggy's Cove from a distance, shrouded in the mist.

We turned off the highway and headed up the little peninsula where Peggy's Cove is situated. It's tiny and quaint — a picture-perfect fishing village with narrow, winding roads ... and an unbelievable amount of tourists! I couldn't believe so many people and cars could fit into this small area. Most were up by the lighthouse, swarming over the smooth cliffs. It was a very surreal place. We meandered all over the huge rounded mounds of granite and strained to see out into the ocean mist.

Inside the lighthouse is a working post office, the only one of its kind. I sent a postcard to myself. This place held some sad memories, as the SwissAir flight of a year before had gone down off the coast nearby. The victims' families had come here to mourn and remember.

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