3 Puppies and 1 Pig

I never seem to lose the awe of driving across a bridge over the ocean. Who was it that thought one day “I think a bridge would be better than a boat”.  Even though the distance is daunting and the water on many days is surf-able, man made this 12.9 km bridge. It takes 15 to 20 minutes to cross this bridge. I kept thinking “we are still on the bridge” 6 songs play before we were finally across. Crazy.

We decided to take the coastal drive to Tatamagoush NS as it was the lesser distance.  As we were driving as the sun set the colours along the coast were magnificent.  The roads were a bit windy but the view made up for the peril.

When we arrived at Fables we were greeted with hugs from Hanna and a warm welcome from her husband Chuck. This venue was impressive on many levels. Not only was the stage set up perfectly to acquire the best sound from any band,  Chuck made the best margarita I have tasted north of mexico (and better than some in mexico) and Hanna served fresh locally grown dining options that blew my tastebuds away. But the thing that really impressed me was it and the town were doing more for the environment than I have ever seen in a Canadian community. The town had installed a windmill and were in the process of adding more. The bar was heated with a air exchanger heat pump which used the same amount of power as a hairdryer.  The community also had their own money as to keep the business local. It was one of the coolest communities I have ever encountered.

Chuck and Hanna also hosted us that evening at their home. We were greeted outside by their 3 golden labs who lead us towards the home on the waterfront where we were to be staying the night. Before entering the house we got the warning “don’t put your hands near the pigs mouth his tusks are razor sharp”. I am thinking “what are we getting into” but off we went to meet the pig. Pourquoi the pig was in his pen relaxing. He had a lot to say when we arrived I was shocked by how articulate he was. The “noises” he made really did sound like a language that I didn’t understand. Pretty wacky. “don’t try and talk pig” Chuck told us “because he gets offended”

Our sleeping area was a loft over the garage that  was decked out with 4 beds a 3piece bathroom and some gym equipment if we wanted to work out. I played goldie locks to pick a bed and found the middle one was just right.

To end the evening we went downstairs to enjoy a ginger beer and some good conversation with our hosts. I picked their brains about their environmental choices as I am really hoping to take a few home with me.

In the morning I came downstair and Pourquoi started chatting to me. I felt if I just walked to the kitchen for coffee that it would be a bit rude so I went over and talked to him a bit (in English not Pig) when he was finished (and he did stop talking which was also a bit strange) I went into the kitchen where I found Cj, Keith and Hanna “It is weird waking up in the morning to a talking pig” I said and they all laughed, then Cj commented “That is exactly what I said”

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