On Day 5. As Sharon and I left Cape d'Or, we followed the shoreline east along Cobequid Bay, passed through Truro, and continued south on Route 102 to Dartmouth, at the bottom of the map.

The "bigger picture".

Advocate Harbour during low tide.

For some reason this wharf doesn't look that stable when it is not partially submerged in water.

Our bed and breakfast at Cape d'Or lighthouse is on the other side of that distant ridge.

Across the road from the harbour is the Wild Caraway Restaurant and Cafe. Here we ordered a "pork for two" dinner, and though it may not look as if it would feed two hungry souls, it was both delicious and filling.

No, this is not where we will be spending our next two nights. Guests had to leave their vehicles in the parking lot above the cape, and walk the 300 metres down a gravel road to their accommodations.

As I started down from the parking lot, this view of the cape came into view through the foreground trees. What you see are the light keeper's guest house (lower centre), the restaurant, the lighthouse, and the unique dory rips (or tidal rips).

What are "Dory Rips" you ask? Cape d'Or is located on the tiny point of land above the "red" arrows.

Our sleeping quarters overlooking Minus Channel.

Back in the day when an actual person was managing the lighthouse (it is now automated), this was the light keeper's dwelling.

There's a new tenant at the cape.

Inside the tiny window of the lighthouse is a strobe light that flashes out to sea every 1/2 second. During dense fog the light will bounce back like sonar waves, signalling the fog horn to sound off. The horn sounds three two-second blasts every 35 seconds.

While I was sitting inside at the guest house window and gazing out into the fog, an idea came to mind. While gathering up my camera and rain gear, I counted off the seconds between horn blasts, and with each counting arrived at 35 seconds. Now you have to understand that this horn is LOUD, very LOUD. I stood on the other side of the lighthouse counting the time between blasts two more times, because I'm sure my hearing would never be the same if I mis-calculated. When the time was right I hustled out to make this and other photographs, wanting to get the strobe light and the tower light in the picture, but that didn't happen, and my 35 seconds were running out. Oh well, it was an interesting process.

One last peek out from our guest house before bedtime.

Darcy is our B&B host, and an expert at preparing meals. Click on the link "The Lighthouse on Cape d'Or" at the beginning of this gallery introduction to see what Darcy has in store for you.

On this day the fog horn was alive and well.

Every 35 seconds the fog horn sounds off, and for 20 seconds after the blast I could hear its echo travelling down the channel. I stood outside in the misty breeze until my coffee grew cold--just listening.

Using the building as a shield from the wind to make some last minute camera adjustments.

A front row seat to photograph the dory rips.