Today we would be experiencing more of what the island has to offer.
The north point.
Looking into the Atlantic Ocean, face on.
As a completionist, I needed to see the other edge of the island, and hitting the north point on the north cape was the way to do it. We made it there to find the cliffs eroded right down into the water, and we were truly touching the Atlantic Ocean and the Gulf of St. Lawrence.
Building the Inukshuk on the most extreme point.
Rare pic of my mom in action.
My mom catching me taking a picture.
Rare Gramma and Hunter time out on the cliff.
North Point lighthouse.
These cliffs were actually pretty scary and “loose”.
How long before these windmills fall into the ocean?
The devils shitter.
A lot higher than it looks.
A beautiful location, and so quiet. The wind was refreshing and less harsh than the East Point. We were surrounded by wind turbines and there was a massive museum about Wind Energy and the history of the North Point… which was also massively overpriced. Very disappointing, however the site of the ocean and coast was immaculate. Unfortunately, no seals or whales today. Lots of birds though!
From there, we decided to head into O’Leary to see the Potato Museum… well, the food anyway. Everything they served was potato-based obviously, even the grilled cheese was made with potato bread! They had everything from potato fudge to potato soap. Quite the place to be honest, but we were only there for lunch. Interestingly, we ran into a group of Girl Guides (Pathfinders) who were from Kitchener, Ontario as well (I even know the father of one of the girls that was there – SMALL WORLD)!
The Potato Museum
Massive chili-cheese fries… the only reason we came to the museum.
Yes, I had some Seamen’s in my mouth.
After that, we parted ways with my parents and headed down to find the best ice cream in all of Canada.
Rolling into Charlottetown, or just on the outskirts is Poplar Island, and a causeway that drives over it. On the island is a plaza with some of the greatest food experiences you will ever have. First off, even though we didn’t try it this time (we last visited it in 2014), Boom Burger is the freshest, tastiest burger you will ever consume in your life. It’s worth driving 2000kms to get to. But even moreso is Cow’s Ice Cream. Not only is it the best ice cream you will ever try, it also has the most fun gift shop you will ever see, with great spoofy shirts with awesome cow/dairy/moo-themed parody graphics. And the shirts, cheese, and ice cream are all hand-made right here on the island!
Literally, the best ice cream in Canada.
I chose Cownadian Maple. Should’ve been named “Moo-ple”, but it was delectable.
Also located on Poplar Island were cool stores like Anne of Green Gables Chocolates, How Bazaar, and Moo-Moo Grilled Cheese.
After my sister and both of my nieces arrived, we headed on to Charlottetown, the home of the Confederation of Canada.
William Pope looked all lonely on the harbourfront sitting in his boat frame.
So we made him feel welcome!
Immaculate St. Dunstan’s Basilica Cathedral.
Such amazing architecture.
The details, even on the vault were so intricate and breathtaking.
Apparently I need to spend more time inside churches to truly appreciate the art.
The camera can’t capture the phenomenal works.
So exquisite.
The sheer detail in the sculptures makes me admire sculpturs even more.
Honestly.
Even Darth Vader was demonstrably in awe.
Hunter eavesdropping the conversation between John Hamilton Gray and… John Hamilton Gray.
Telling Sir John A that he should get back to work.
The history in these streets…
…is obvious.
I think they are all tuckered out from walking.
STARFISH!
Sounds good to me!
After some shopping (mostly window), we headed off for Giant Tiger #32 – Charlottetown edition (my GPS tried to take me off-roading when it somehow was switched to bicycle mode), and supper at The Spicey Chef (great meal for everyone but too spicy for wifey!), we made our way to Tea Hill beach for the low tide in hopes of a pedicure.
Hours earlier, this was crashing ocean waves.
Swimming with the Hermit Crabs.
Avoiding the plethora of Hermit Crabs fitting over territory. There were so many.
One lone niece loving what nature brings.
Unfortunately, no fish in the tide pools to give me that much needed pedicure.
After playing with the crabs, it was time to return to the North Cape for bedtime.
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