The novelty of the tides having worn off, the immense mud flats left by the outgoing water and the railroad ride from Wolfville to Yarmouth convinced me that I had followed good advice in selecting the south shore for my jaunt. Not that the Annapolis Valley is other than beautiful and well kept, it is both, and the Fundy tides are interesting, but to travel with day after day their muddied waters and wastes of yellow flats cannot be compared with the sparkle of the clean waters of the Atlantic and its rock-encrusted coast line, innumerable harbors and occasional beautiful stretches of wave-swept sand beach.
About This Book
The narrative recounts a traveler's experiences in Nova Scotia during 1913, detailing a journey along the rugged Atlantic coastline between Yarmouth and Halifax. The author describes the challenges posed by inclement weather, particularly the persistent rain, while highlighting the natural beauty of the region, including its lush forests and vibrant autumn colors. The account combines personal observations with reflections on the landscape and local culture, offering insights into the traveler's adventures and the charm of the coastal environment. The work serves as both a travelogue and a personal exploration of the region's scenic and atmospheric qualities.