The east coast was amazing.  I didn't bring my computer with me though, which means my usual daily travel entries were not possible.  Cry, cry. Hahaha.

The absolute best day of the trip though came after the absolute worst.  After a few days enjoying Halifax hospitality, we headed north to Wolfville, where we'd heard it was beautiful and we'd find tons of places to camp on the beach.  The town is only about 100km north of the city, so we figured it would take 3-4hours tops to hitch a ride up there.

Nooooooooooooooooo.  The highway was really a local road, so all of the traffic was local Sunday traffic.  We walked for about three hours before we found a spot outside of a truck stop that looked like our best bet for hitching, and spent two hours being peered at my drivers from their windows before finally deciding to walk again.  We walked a total of 15km, which isn't that much in theory, but with giant travel packs on our backs, and steel-toed boots on our feet, with a giant dog in tow... it fucking sucked.  It took us 8 hours to get from Marlons to the real highway (including stops and attempts to hitch along the way).  When we finally got to Wolfville, we walked out into the dyke-land and it was so dark we literally could not see what was on the far side of the dykes.  Like not even if it was water or just reeds.  We decided to try to set up our tent in a field, but when creepy music-box music started loudly playing out of nowhere (literally, we were in a middle of a large FIELD, nothing close by that could play music), we decided to move on.  I decided to put my emergency credit card to use and was going to treat us to a motel for the night.  But two hours later and phone calls to 6 different places, the only places with vacancies wouldnt' take pets.  Fucking hell.  We finally found a decent spot to set up the tent and crashed out instantly.

The next day though we woke up to incredibly gorgeous weather, the locals were friendly, and we headed out along the dykes again to Grand Pre, to Evangeline Beach.  It took three hours (and one little grumpy fit on my end) but we made it, and holy FUCK am I ever glad we did.  It was heaven.  We got there early enough to see the area before tide came in, and we spent the next sixteen hours or so with just us, a tent, a little fire, and the best view I've seen so far in Canada.  I can't even describe it.  But we got to watch the tides come in and go out on the Fundy Shore, which has some of the highest tides in the world.  The dog was in heaven he spent hours digging in the sand and chasing sticks around.  I wish we'd had more than one night there, but it was an amazing way to end the trip.

Well, that was the end of the trip in one way, but the travel home was another incredible experience.  The way home was exciting, scary, cold, and definitely something I'll do again.  Cheapest way to travel, and killer views, that's for damned sure :D