Perfect for boulder hopping.  Sunning on the warm stone.  Marveling at the power of nature.  Boulders as big as whales.  Waves crashing and spouting high into the air.  Cracks so deep that I can’t see to the bottom.  Crisscross patterns in stone created as lava flows millions of years apart worked their way to the surface.  Deep scratches across granite that mark the trails of ancient glaciers.  Tide pools.  Clear rainwater puddles.  Grasses and wildflowers clinging to the smallest bit of soil in the windswept boulder fields.   Bright white lighthouse blinking its caution to all who come near.  Peggy’s Cove.

A group was there painting…a bit of a detraction from the beauty of the place but a cool thing.  They were volunteers from the painters union doing the job for free.