Trails and Tales of Cape Breton

woman in fog on top of Blueberry Mt

Our plans for Cape Breton were to spend two weeks hiking as many trails as possible. One week on the western shore in Chéticamp and one on the eastern shore in Ingonish. Then we would move to Sydney for a few days to explore Bras d’Or Lake and Goat Island. This would have allowed us to experience the three prominent cultures of Cape Breton: Acadian, Gaelic and Mi’kmaw. Of course the nature of plans is that they always change.

“Weather is predictably unpredictable in Cape Breton” says everyone who visits or lives here.

We got lucky for our first week in Chéticamp. Our scenic drive from Prince Edward Island through New Brunswick was a gorgeous sunny day and we were rewarded with a beautiful sunset that evening from our Airbnb on the Cabot Trail.

colorful sunset in Cheticamp Cape Breton

Hiking Skyline Trail without crowds

We chose Skyline Trail for our first day of hiking because it was raining, which meant we would most likely be the only ones on the trail. By the time we reached the boarded staircase for which this trail is famous, the skies had cleared and we were blessed with some amazing views.

We continued on the longer loop trail which is a quiet walk with coastal views and lots of moose scat. This part of the trail didn’t have the exciting lookout of the shorter Skyline section but the terrain was interesting as it changed from short scruffy trees to flat savannah. I was most fascinated by the large fenced area that looked like something from Jurassic Park, only this fence was meant to keep out moose instead of dinosaurs. Alas, no moose sightings.

Hiking MacIntosh Falls, easy add-on

Having finished Skyline before lunch we had time to hike MacIntosh Falls, an easy walk that follows a river until you reach the waterfall. We only saw one other person on this trail and we learned that any trail in Cape Breton that says “water” means it’s going to be a beautiful walk.

Hiking Blueberry Mountain, twice

Our second day of hiking began with snow on the ground, followed by sun and then fog so thick you could bathe in it. The waitress at L’abri Cafe had recommended we hike Blueberry Mountain, a local favorite that’s in the park but no longer listed as an official trail. We knew we’d have some streams to cross but didn’t realize one of those would be so fast moving, forcing us off trail in order to cross more safely.

Blueberry Mountain was my favorite trail in the park, and I should know because we hiked it twice. Maybe it was the fog or the challenging terrain, but this trail felt like we’d stepped onto another planet in which we were the only inhabitants. It’s a tough trail that ascends the entire time with rocky terrain but once you reach the top the world opens up into fields of gnarly trees and alpine flora.

The thick fog meant we couldn’t see the mountains all around but it allowed my imagination to fill in the blank canvas. Fresh moose scat was everywhere so I know they were close, watching us behind their invisibility cloaks that I’m convinced they all have. My preoccupation is probably why I dropped something on the trail and didn’t realize it until we had hiked half way back down the mountain.

Can you guess what it was?

woman holding a plastic bag with guilty look on her face

Yes, the one thing I will not hike without — my trusted pee funnel. This simple device offers liberation for all female hikers, allowing us to pee like a man and never have to worry about baring our nethers to poisened plants or freezing cold temps. With another month left ahead of us to hike, there was no question that we’d be hiking back up to find it and thankfully we did…all the way at the top.

Corney Brook all to ourselves

After Blueberry we hopped on the Corney Brook Trail, which was a little steeper than the MacIntosh Falls but well worth it for the constant flowing water throughout the trail and the pretty waterfall at the end.

The trailhead for Corney Brook was across from a small campground with the best ocean views in the park. We walked the beach here, had lunch and enjoyed the perks of off-season travel when no one else is around.

corney brook campsite looking down at beach

Acadian Trail, full of surprises

Acadian Trail was Eric’s favorite and it’s a popular one, partly because the trailhead begins at the park’s visitor center but also because the terrain is so diverse. The first half is full of viewpoints overlooking the ocean and mountains.

At the top, Acadian transitions into a flat terrain where trees are scraggly due to hungry moose. It’s also where we encountered two snakes, which totally freaked me out.

trees on Acadian Trail

It ends with over a mile of trail that descends down along a flowing stream. Eric loves trails where he can hear the water and the trail is wide and clear of brush. This was one of the few trails in Cape Breton that had a tall forest, which we both appreciated.

Then it all goes up in flames

Continue reading Cape Breton beyond the Trails for part 2 of this trip, when nothing happens according to plan and yet everything works out for the best.

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A Louisiana Woman’s Impressions of Kauai

woman blowing kisses on kauai coastline

This is the second time on a trip that a car-share driver drops us off at our lodging and asks “do you really want me to drop you off here?” The first time was in Athens and I’ll admit, that apartment was sketchy. But there is nothing wrong with this place other than the fact that our parking lot shares space with the only porn store in Kauai.

Maybe it’s karma for having stolen someone else’s ride. Sorry James and Camilla, we didn’t intentionally steal your driver. It was just a comedy of errors due partly to jet lag brain and the fact that Eric apparently left his name (and brain) back on the mainland.

sign saying caution falling coconuts

Just past the Hush Boutique and Crossfit gym (gotta admit the two extracurricular activities share mutual benefits), is a hidden oasis. Our stay at the Kapaa Garden Apartments looks promising after all. It’s a Zen garden tucked behind a shopping center with views of Mt. Nounou and cow pasture in the backyard. From our screened lanai we enjoy a constant symphony of wind moving through coconut trees and the multitude of animals sounds (roosters and baby chicks, cats, birds, cows and the humans working diligently to maintain this beautiful place). As the sun sets, soft notes of jazz and slide key are added to this Hawaiin orchestra as live music drifts from downtown Kapa’a.

woman kissing man in front of na pali coast kauai

This is Eric and I’s first visit to Hawaii. While Kauai has been on my radar because of its famous hiking trails and verdant scenery, tropical islands aren’t usually what we gravitate towards. We hate hiking in hot humid weather. Eric is allergic to everything that stings and has to bathe in sunscreen and my joints swell up like marshmallows. Knowing this, I approach the trip with an open itinerary and self-permission to just go with the flow.

Lucky for us, the first two days call for sunny skies so we undertake our hiking first. Nothing challenging the first day, just a coastal walk along the Mahaulepu Heritage Trail near Poipu. I love any walk with ocean views and this one is exceptional. There are no trail markings and lots of alternate trails and once we figure this out it becomes a fun wandering ramble. The trail is only 2 miles (4mi out and back) but it packs a lot of interest in that short distance. Volcanic rock, eroding cliffs, dense jungle, tree tunnels, wide open vistas, vibrant flowers growing in bright red clay, chickens and sea turtles, and a golf course with Jurassic Park mountains in the background – all in one trail!

Shipwreck Beach

If you hike Mahaulepu, take Poipu Rd all the way down the coast and begin the trail near the cave. This allows you to rest and eat at Shipwreck Beach (which has shade and bathrooms) before turning around. Shipwreck Beach ranks as one of our favorite beaches in Kauai. It’s too dangerous to swim here but it’s the perfect place to lounge beneath a tree and feel like you’re in a secret cove.

waimea canyon viewpoint kauai

Our second hike is a muddy mess but oh the views! We’ve left early (before 7am) to drive up to Waimea Canyon and hike the Pihea Trail and Alakai Swamp to Kilohana Lookout. We stop at every viewpoint along the way because they are all photo-worthy and we know they’ll be full of people by the time we head back. The deep burnt orange of oxidized volcanic soil contrasts with the lush botanicals that have given Kauai its nickname “the Garden Island.”

The Pihea Trail in Koke’e State Park is one of the “easier” trails on Kauai and it’s still a workout. The views from this trail are why we chose it because we can see Waimea Canyon on one side and the Na Pali Coast Wilderness on the other side.

What begins as a wide open table of rock quickly becomes a muddy slog through dense forest and mud canyons. There is much upper body maneuvering, grasping tree limbs and fences to prevent sinking in several feet of mud, and I know I’m going to be sore tomorrow. We continue to trek on but at some point along the swamp trail it just becomes work without a view and the humidity is getting to both of us so we turn around and I feel less guilty when I see other hikers doing the same.

SPAM Musubi from Musubi Truck, perfect beach snack!

By the 3rd morning we’ve immersed ourselves in the daily routines, which begin early in Kauai. The school buses parked next door wake us as they pull out around 6am (if the roosters haven’t already disrupted our slumber). From here on out our daily activities focus on easy beach walks, wildlife watching from our lanai and exploring Hawaiian foods.

Hawaiian shaved ice in kapa'a kauai
Plenty of options for Hawaiian shaved ice in Kapa'a
assortment of kauai fruit including coconut, mangosteen and rollinia

It’s good to know that my success rate of picking fruit is equally as bad in Kauai as it is back home. My Frustrations with Fruit are nothing new and have been recorded for history, but that hasn’t stopped me from trying fresh coconut water. I’m not a fan but if I were stranded on a deserted island and needed liquid, I would learn to love the coconut. Since I’m not Chuck Noland, I’ll stick with a Maui Coconut Porter. 

Not all farmer’s markets are created equal and this truth is clear to us as we explore different markets on the island. The Kapa’a Wednesday market is convenient but it pales in comparison to the Puhi Saturday market. Wow! We arrive 20 min early and wait for the deafening air horn to announce that selling can commence, but it’s worth it for these high quality vendors. Vegetables we’ve never seen before are displayed like artwork, people are lining up for exotic flower bouquets and we’re experiencing the blissful taste of Paulie’s Pineapple Phrosty for the first time.

It’s official, Eric and I do not belong on sunny beaches. While others are praying for sun, we’re secretly happy to have rainy days on the beach. We take our time walking Kalihiwai Beach, where a few cars are parked with people eating their lunches inside, but we’re the only ones braving the elements. We’ve discovered a few beaches are closed or inaccessible so we’re thrilled to find this sacred space. A little further along the north shore we stop at Anini Beach where a small group is having a toddler drum circle. One tike streaks across the beach naked as the day he was born. A woman who looks to be native Hawaiian is fully submerged in the clear water, facing the sun with her eyes closed and moving slowly in a ritualistic manner. A few adventurists are paddle boarding and snorkeling.

The rain is light enough to enjoy scenic drives as well. Kilauea Lighthouse looks beautiful in the rain, which provides us the perfect excuse to stop and enjoy malasadas, coffee and pork taro lau lau at Kilauea Bakery (which has a fabulous little book sale that supports the local school). Their molasses rye bread also makes delicious sandwiches!

horses in a field at Huleia National Wildlife Refuge
horses on a backroad in Huleia National Wildlife Refuge

We’ve come to Kauai to experience it through the eyes of people who live here, rather than isolating ourselves in a perfectly crafted bubble designed for tourists. We learn which grocery stores have the best prices, we observe the high cost and poor conditions of housing, and we learn to navigate the daily traffic frustrations of an island bloated with visitors and little to no transportation infrastructure to accommodate them. We watch local police assist an overdose victim at a bus stop. It may be a tropical paradise but the issues here are no different than back on the mainland.

hawaiian rooster on kauai

As we head back to the airport for our return flight, our airport shuttle driver, Daniel, informs us that people of Kauai used to visit Louisiana often. I assume New Orleans was their destination so imagine our shock when he says…

“They went for the cock fighting.” And a history lesson on the ancestral roots of the Hawaiian chicken and my home state’s questionable legalization of fowl sport commences.

view of huleia valley and stream in kauai
Huleia Valley, prettiest drive on Kauai

Just like the Kauai Airport, our overall impression of this island is open, unpretentious and friendly. Our choice to stay in town rather than in a resort pays off as we feel the islanders embrace us as guests rather than tourists. In a place so dependent on tourism, it’s refreshing to see their ancient wisdom is still alive today for those who are open to it.

E hele me ka pu’olo

Always take an offering with you. Make every person place or condition better than you left it. Wherever you go, always take something with you.

For a thorough Hiking and Slow Travel Guide to Kauai, hop on over to Trips to Walkabout. If you just want advice on lodging, read our Budget-Friendly Stays on Kauai.

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Buzzed Hiking Lessons in Oregon

man holding his breath while hiking in oregon

For those who know us well, you’ve probably already guessed where this story is headed. But just in case, let’s end any rumors about drunkenly behavior on the Oregon trails and set the record straight. We did NOT get buzzed on alcohol while hiking in Oregon. We DID get attacked and Eric almost died.

Let me explain.

It began so well

Our trip to Oregon began on a perfect note. The flight to Eugene was smooth and the weather was sunny and dry (which is rare in April). Our drive along Hwy 126 through the Siuslaw National Forest was beautiful, especially along Sweet Creek Falls where we stopped to hike. The road to the trailhead is long and steep but it’s a gorgeous drive and can be done in a small car. We LOVED this trail and it’s a MUST HIKE if you’re ever in those neck of the woods.

bearded man drinking coffee look out window on oregon coast

Finding our Zen

We arrived at Ocean Haven, a place that cast its spell on us when we visited in 2020. The lodging isn’t luxurious by any means and the spaces are small but the location within Tokatee Klootchman Natural Area is AMAZING and they have everything you need to survive in comfort. We booked their Shag’s Nest and enjoyed our own private ocean views, sipping coffee, reading books and watching the storms roll in. Our room had a shelf full of books about hiking, meditation and local history so we felt completely at home. The only dissonance in my Zen moments were when Eric would leap out of the chair to try and capture a photo of the elusive bald eagles that call this place home. I told him he was exhibiting similar behavior to the characters in Grumpy Old Men, only he was “eagle hunter” instead of “catfish hunter.”

Learning lessons in icy rain

Eric and I both love the rain and we anticipated hiking in it, but we didn’t expect that rain would turn into ice. While hiking Amanda’s Trail from Yachats to Cape Perpetua Lookout, we did just that. It was a light hail and made a nice “tink tink tink” sound when it hit the ground. The entire trail was beautiful, beginning with ocean views, a suspension bridge and a sacred memorial area commemorating a tragic story that symbolizes many similar tales in our nation’s history.

Before this trip I had never heard of Amanda de Cuy or the trail that carries her name. Amanda was a Coos woman who was blind, abandoned by her husband then forcefully separated from her daughter and forced to march with others in her tribe along what is called the Oregon Trail of Tears (which ended in Yachats). To hike this trail was a humbling experience.

You’ll find a good history of the Coos people here.

nick offerman book where the deer and the antelope play

Wisdom received

I rarely buy books, especially while traveling. They’re heavy and I can get them free at my library. At Books’n’Bears in Florence, something compelled me to buy a copy of Nick Offerman’s Where the Deer and the Antelope Play. I had no idea it delved into our nation’s complicated relationship between our national parks and the expulsion of our native peoples from their land. This was the book I was reading before and after we hiked Amanda’s Trail. Wisdom comes to those whose minds are open and mine was perfectly prepped to receive the messages from these stories. Like so many Americans, I take immense pride in our park systems and any place that makes nature accessible to all. Not once have I pondered the fact that our gain was someone else’s loss, until now. This doesn’t tarnish my love of country or our parks – it engenders a deeper appreciation for the privilege we have and instills a deeper desire to respect and protect the land and those who have always fought to do the same.

hiker in dunes trail near florence oregon

Near death in Florence

Speaking of Florence, that lovely town on the Oregon coast is where Eric almost met his demise. I might be slightly exaggerating the peril (I’m half Irish after all), but in the moment I really did fear that I would lose him. We were hiking the Dunes Trail at Sutton Lake when we stumbled upon a very angry swarm of bees. Eric is HIGHLY allergic to anything that stings and carries an EPI pen wherever he goes. One sting is enough to send him to the hospital, multiple stings could kill him. I watched him walk through that swarm, clinging to him like something out of a horror movie. I could see them hitting his bright blue rain jacket as he desperately tried to get away.

They eventually left him alone, at which point he unzipped his jacket and I could see him struggling to remain calm. With EPI pen and Benadryl in hand, we inspected his neck and face to see if he’d been stung. We waited and focused on slowing our out-of-control heart rates. The scene from My Girl and stories I’ve read about of hikers who died on the trail due to anaphylaxis kept playing in my head. Miraculously Eric was not stung and the experience was just another reminder to fully appreciate and never waste this precious time we are given.

On a lighter note

Before the dunes we hiked Heceta Head and Hobbit’s Beach trails. At the end of Hobbit’s Beach there was a section where people have decorated the trail with shells and other natural treasures. We had fun dressing up Coco and letting her frolic in the magical wonderland. For those who don’t know Coco, she’s a crocheted avocado given to us by our 3-yr old Godchild/niece. Coco goes with us on every trip and travels with her own prop bag. Pretty sure she gets more attention on our social media than we do.

An easy ending in Depoe Bay

We ended our trip in Depoe Bay, our second favorite town on the Oregon coast. Like Yachats, Depoe Bay has several excellent trails to hike (most of which we’ve hiked in previous trips) and they have the best clam chowder in Oregon at Gracie’s Sea Hag. This time we explored the Depoe Bay Trail that begins in town, winds itself along the rocky cliffs and connects with the Oregon Coast Trail. We followed it north past Boiler Bay Scenic Viewpoint and turned around at Fogarty Creek.

We also attempted the Knoll to God’s Thumb hike. The Knoll is a large grassy hill that sits atop Lincoln City. The trek began in town where we parked at Roads End Recreation Area and headed up the steep terraced neighborhood until we reached the trailhead. It was a muddy climb all the way to the end where God’s Thumb juts out into the Pacific Ocean. We got close to the divine phalange but stopped just before the tip because it was too steep and slippery to attempt. Neither one of us wanted to throw away the life granted us after the bee fiasco.

knob to god's thumb trail near lincoln city oregon

We headed back to the beach parking lot to eat lunch. While scarfing down our sandwiches, I struck up a conversation with an older man and his sister who were doing beach clean-up. Armed with rock hunting scoop and litter stick, the man told us he had recently become disabled and the daily beach walks was helping him learn to walk again. He had recently moved in with his sister so she could help care for him and you could see how genuinely happy they were in their companionship and to be doing something useful.

Lots of lessons to be learned in Oregon and while traveling, if we only open ourselves to do so.

Have we convinced you yet to visit Oregon? You’ll find our Best Hikes on the Oregon Coast on Trips to Walkabout.

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