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Dipping into Nova Scotia’s abundant waters

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“The CAT is back. Le CAT est de retour.” The bilingual marketing for the high-speed ferry is unavoidable as I plot my 10-day trip to Nova Scotia. But why is it called the CAT? Cats hate water, don’t they?

Only when I drive our car into the Bar Harbor departure terminal and see the boat do I understand: CAT means a giant catamaran propelled not by traditional shaft propellers but with jet engines. It is now “back” after a pandemic-caused hiatus — and no longer at its old home berth farther down the Maine coast at Portland.

The CAT’s high speed means that the 98 nautical-mile passage from Bar Harbor to Yarmouth takes only 3½ hours, crossing the Gulf of Maine, one of four distinct bodies of water that surround the Canadian maritime province. The others are the Bay of Fundy, the Gulf of St. Lawrence and, of course, the Atlantic Ocean. With a resulting 10,000 miles of coastline, Nova Scotia is billed as “Canada’s Ocean Playground,” and no place in the province is more than 50 miles from the coast. My intention is to test the waters.

Will they be healing waters? Given the war in Ukraine and other despondency-inducing current events, I feel a bit like the narrator Ishmael in Herman Melville’s “Moby Dick.” To escape the “November in my soul,” he seeks “the watery part of the world.” I’ve always found solace in swimming and boating, indeed all aquatic pursuits, and the waters don’t have to be warm (as they surely aren’t in Nova Scotia) to be therapeutic.

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The CAT arrives in Yarmouth shortly before 6 p.m. Actually, it’s 7 p.m., I belatedly realize. We’ve lost an hour traveling from the Eastern to the Atlantic time zone. The place I’ve booked for the night is a couple of hours away, along what’s called the Yarmouth-to-Halifax “Lighthouse Route.” The rental cottage is not coastal but lakeside; in Nova Scotia even the land’s interior boasts bodies of water. There are over 6,000 lakes with surface areas greater than 2.5 acres, according to the Nova Scotia Department of Environment and Climate Change.

The often-memorable names for Nova Scotia’s bodies of water reflect the land’s settlement history: From the First Nation Mi’kmaq word Kejimkujik (meaning “tired muscles from canoeing”) to the French Barachois (coastal lagoon) to the Scottish Loch.

Most of the lakes are glacial in origin. As recently as 15,000 years ago, the land that the British would christen with the Latin equivalent of “New Scotland” lay under ice up to a mile thick. The now-liquid lake over which our cottage is perched lies in the wonderfully named Whynotts Settlement, just outside the old port town of Lunenburg. Established in 1753 by Britain to assert control over land claimed by both Indigenous people and the French known as Acadians, Lunenburg has been designated a UNESCO World Heritage Site for retaining the original layout and appearance of its British colonial settlement.

After a good night’s rest on the soothing shores of the small lake, my wife, Pat, and 25-year-old son Thomas (visiting from Hawaii) want to see the 1800s vernacular architecture for which the Lunenburg waterfront is famous. The picturesque fishing village of Blue Rocks, less than four miles seaward, also beckons. Then we head further up the coast toward Halifax, where another fishing village, Peggy’s Cove, is so picturesque that it’s typically clogged with tourists.

Just a few miles farther, but far from the crowds, we reach the secluded waterfront cottage that we have booked for a full week — our lily pad from which to make exploratory hops. The water here is known as the Northern Arm, a jagged inlet off the Atlantic Ocean. The cottage has a dock for boating and swimming, which floats up and down with the incoming and outgoing tides. To paddle around, we rent a canoe. At the property’s entrance is Black Duck Run, which feeds into the Northern Arm. But at high tide, the creek flows upstream, as if backward, and broadens into a brackish pond.

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The tide differential averages 3 to 4 feet, and the water is chilly, somewhere in the 60s. But I find it slightly less chilly if I take a dip as the tide goes out. Still, I stay in the water only a few minutes, just long enough to swim to a rock outcropping revealed at low tide. Later in the day, as the rock becomes even more exposed, it serves as a favorite perch for a loon.

For Thomas, who is a big-wave surfer on Oahu’s North Shore, the water is never too cold as long as he’s surfing. So he takes the car and heads for a surfboard rental place on Lawrenceville Beach, a few miles northeast of Halifax. Afterward, he reports that the waves are just “okay” (compared with Hawaii), but still interesting and fun: A beach not of sand but of pebbles and cobbles, framed by pines instead of palms.

For Pat and me, our exhilarating waterborne adventure will be rafting the Bay of Fundy’s tidal bore as it roars up the rivers feeding the bay. Thomas will join us, of course, anticipating an adrenaline rush similar to surfing. We make reservations for a two-hour tour the next day on the Shubenacadie River, on the opposite, northern side of Nova Scotia from our cottage, but only about an hour’s drive away.

Boarding the inflatable raft, equipped with a powerful outboard motor, is timed to the low tide that afternoon. It’s so low that the riverbank is a mud flat, and we slip and slide our way to the water. Our raft is one of three, with each holding a maximum of eight people, plus a guide manning the outboard. As we motor downriver, two bald eagles soar above us.

The Bay of Fundy, known for the world’s most extreme tide fluctuations, is shaped like a long funnel. As the incoming tide is forced into the bay’s ever narrower, shallower upper reaches, it collides with and reverses the river currents running downstream. The result is a huge cresting wave called a tidal bore — from the old Norse word “bara,” meaning “first wave.”

The guide at the raft’s helm expertly heads into the wave’s face, then zooms back and forth, creating the sensation of riding a very bumpy roller coaster. Everyone gets splashed, even soaking wet; some scream with delight; no one falls overboard, though that often happens (why life jackets are required). The standing waves are equivalent to a class-three-or-four white-water rapid.

Sharing our raft are giddy members of a bachelor party joking with the groom while firmly clasping the bouncing boat’s safety lines. Pat, speaking from experience, joins the banter: “Marriage is like riding the tidal bore, up and down and wildly unpredictable.” At trip’s conclusion, shivering, we’re offered outdoor showers to wash off the mud before changing into dry clothes. Hot water spraying from the shower head has never felt so good.

Thrills can best be savored in retrospect, so the next couple of days at our waterfront cottage seem especially restful and reflective. Relaxing in an Adirondack chair overlooking the dock, I can’t help but hear Otis Redding playing in my mind: Sittin’ in the mornin’ sun/I’ll be sittin’ when the evenin’ comes…. I also reflect upon the notion of Lebenskunst (“the art of living well”), since the cottage owners are Swiss German.

The water here is never the same. When the prevailing southwesterly winds align with the rising tide, the surface texture ripples, no longer smooth. There’s even an occasional whitecap. And the blue water always changes its hue, gradually, then suddenly, depending on the color of the sky and angle of light. When fog slides in from the sea, the rocky shoreline’s sharp shapes soften, as if covered by a wedding veil.

To stretch our legs, we hike the trails at nearby Polly’s Cove (adjacent to Peggy’s Cove). Where land and sea meet is always striking, but the rugged beauty here can make other coastlines seem ho-hum. Narrow but well-worn paths weave through a landscape of heath and coastal barrens, a colorful carpet of wildflowers and evergreens made into dwarf-like shrubs by constant exposure to salt spray and wind. We maneuver around (sometimes over) huge boulders — what geologists call “erratics,” deposited by retreating glaciers — interspersed with freshwater bogs and fens. At the trail’s terminus are towering cliffs from which we look down at ocean swells crashing against the rocky shoreline.

Though we feel like we never want to leave our waterfront cottage here near Polly’s Cove, other waters beckon — in particular, the Bras d’Or Lake at the very tip of Nova Scotia on Cape Breton Island. There, the pristine water’s shores so enchanted the inventor Alexander Graham Bell, reminding him of his native Scotland, that he built a grand summer home and research facility, which he used to test man-carrying kites and hydrofoil boats.

Though called a lake, it is actually an estuary with two narrow entrances to the Gulf of St. Lawrence as it meets the North Atlantic. A canal at the lake’s southern end, built in the 1860s for shipping traffic, also connects to the sea. In 2011, UNESCO designated Bras d’Or a Biosphere Reserve.

Today, the lake is a well-known destination for sailing enthusiasts, so we charter a 42-foot catamaran for a few hours on the water. The captain, who grew up here and custom-designed the boat himself, says to think of the 424-square-mile lake as “an inland saltwater sea.” Because of its protected nature and shallow depths, he’s been told that the summer waters are counterintuitively “the warmest north of the Carolinas.”

I want to test the proposition by jumping in the lake. Instead, Pat, Thomas and I join the captain for drinks on his boat’s dock in the village of Baddeck, where the eponymous river joins Bras d’Or. Several drinks, for it happens to be my birthday. From him, I learn more about the waters of Nova Scotia, so much more that I’d have to write a longer story. Or better, come back soon to Nova Scotia.

Nicklin is a writer based in Maine and Virginia. Find him on Twitter: @RoadTripRedux.

6958 Prospect Rd., West Dover

Located in a charming fishing village near Peggy’s Cove, with a casual oceanfront atmosphere, Shaw’s logo boasts “Beer and Lobster. Enough Said.” But its extensive menu offers much more, including seafood chowder, Digby scallops, calamari, fish cakes, pickled herring and pan-seared haddock. Open daily noon to 7 p.m. Entrees from about $8.

The Freight Shed Waterside Bistro & Market

Located on the wharf on the shores of the Bras d’Or Lake, the restaurant is a favorite for visitors and natives alike. The menu offers everything from seafood linguine, smoked salmon bagels, crab cakes, seared fresh haddock and steamed mussels to gourmet grilled-cheese and burgers. Open daily 8 a.m. to 10 p.m. Entrees from about $13.

Tidal Bore Rafting Resort

One of a number of outfitters offering tidal bore rafting adventures around the Bay of Fundy. 2.5-hour tours from about $54 per person 12 and over, about $49 per child ages 6 to 11, ; 4-hour tours about $73 per person 12 and over and about $67 per child ages 6 to 11. Reduced rates for groups of eight or more. Open May to October. Book online to choose extreme, high, or regular tides. Includes flotation gear and post-tour hot showers. Also available are lodging options and venues for special events.

2017 Lower Prospect Rd., Lower Prospect

Outdoor resource center features half-day, full-day and sunset sea kayak lessons and guided tours. Individual equipment rentals are available for experienced paddlers. Rental rates for single kayaks range from about $31 for 2 hours to about $62 for full day; double kayak, about $39 to $76 and canoes from about $23 to $70. Canoes may be taken off-site. Stand-up paddleboards also available, from about $27 to $58.

4348 Lawrencetown Rd., East Lawrencetown

This surf school is located just steps away from the waves at Lawrencetown Beach. Open daily 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. Daily lessons by ISA certified instructors are available; surfboard and wet suit rentals included. Group surf lessons from about $58 per person, beginner lessons from about $66 per person, private lessons from about $82 per person. Surfboard and wet suit rentals about $19 per day.

Sailing CBI (Cape Breton Island)

The sailing charter is a 42-foot catamaran called Cape Bretoner 1, docked at the Baddeck Community Wharf. Overnight, single and multiday charters available; two-hour evening charter from about $385 for a private group charter of up to 6 people, with $35 per additional guest to a maximum of 12. Cottage rentals are also offered. Available June to October.

Potential travelers should take local and national public health directives regarding the pandemic into consideration before planning any trips. Travel health notice information can be found on the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention’s interactive map showing travel recommendations by destination and the CDC’s travel health notice webpage.

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