Pleasant Sunday at Point Pleasant Park

Some shots from a short Sunday walk around Point Pleasant Park on the southern end of the Halifax peninsula. There’s a beach there, called Black Rock Beach, but they advise no swimming since it’s right near the Seaport and the water might be dirty.

Point Pleasant Park

An anchor from the HMCS Bonaventure memorializes naval personnel who died in service.

Point Pleasant Park

Also there were cooooooorgiiiis

Point Pleasant Park

And nice ocean views.

Point Pleasant Park

I also spotted the saddest inukshuk.

Point Pleasant Park

More photos from Point Pleasant Park. I do hope to grow that collection of pics with more visits as it gets nicer out.

Walking through Forest Hills

It’s finally gotten warm enough to melt the snow and ice coating the paved walking paths that wind through Forest Hills in Cole Harbour, so it’s been nice to walk through the local woods to see the trees and lakes and little parks.

Forest Hills Trail, Cole Harbour
Forest Hills Trail, Cole Harbour
Forest Hills Trail, Cole Harbour

There are places where you’d barely know you were just walking between residential backyards, not unlike the forest trail in our old neighbourhood.

Forest Hills Trail, Cole Harbour

Ah, Nova Scotia, truly a land of stunning natural beauty.

Forest Hills Trail, Cole Harbour

More photos from our new life in Halifax here.

Beach, Moose, Snow

Update: now with video.

Turns out we’re just a short drive from Rainbow Haven Beach, so we went down there to take in the Atlantic coastal scenery. Too cold to swim, of course, but Ezra had fun watching the waves.

Rainbow Haven Beach

We also visited the famous Cow Bay Moose, a concrete sculpture by folk artist Winston Bronnum. Ezra is saying “moose” in the photo.

Cow Bay Moose

(The moose is at Silver Sands Beach, which used to be a nice sandy beach before the sand was all mined for construction, leaving only rocks.)

Cow Bay Moose

It was quite snowy later that day and through the night, with a nice fine powder that was fun to wallow about in the backyard for a bit the next day.

Snowy Sunday
Snowy Sunday


Casual studies of one point perspective in the liminal spaces of DCA, YUL, YYZ, and an Air Canada Airbus A320 cabin.

YUL #yulart
Regional Jet Terminal at YYZ
Air Canada Rouge A320


Sunshine on Clouds, EWR-DCA

One more trip back to DCA to say goodbye to our old North Virginia townhouse before finally selling it and ending our official residence in the United States.

Farewell to our old house

Visited a couple of old friends.

NASA Headquarters
Washington Post

And one last takeoff from DCA with a view of the National Mall. Goodbye and godspeed, Washington, District of Columbia. (So sorry to all you DC friends I wasn’t able to see, I’ll hopefully be back sometime for a proper get-together over some nice Virginia oysters or something.)

Leaving DC

Postscript: A detour through Montreal, Quebec (as my original departing flight through Newark was rebooked due to a dent in the engine), where I conversed briefly with a restaurant robot who persuaded me to order a salad.

Pepper Robot at Avenue des Canadiens

Also browsed the #YULArt “Le Montréaler” exhibit, in which local artists imagined covers for a Montreal-based magazine in homage to the New Yorker.

YUL #yulart

More photos in the YHZ-EWR-DCA-YUL-YHZ photoset, and video of takeoff from DCA.

VA-NS Road Trips

Two views over the same point along the USA/Canada border from Calais, Maine and Saint Stephen, New Brunswick: a border crossing I made twice as I brought our cars from Virginia to Nova Scotia.

View of St Stephen from Calais St Stephen NB

First drive: Amy’s Ford Fiesta, the week before Christmas. The day I was supposed to leave, the battery died, taking an already faulty transmission controller with it. Took an extra day to get the battery replaced at the service centre, which meant emptying the car of moving items beforehand and then repacking it afterward. (This was okay; strategizing the repack allowed me to cram way more leftover house stuff into the car.)


Finally got to leave VA at 10PM, detour up I-81 and I-84 through Pennsylvania to avoid late night road work on I-95 and generally skip NJ/NYC unpleasantness. Drove all night and all day while chugging canned coffee, surrounded by trucks for much of the route, was amazed at the rows and rows of trucks stopped for driver sleep breaks at every rest area and adjacent shoulders. Finally stopped in Bangor, Maine to rest at a hotel when my eyes could no longer stay open on the road.

Downtown Bangor, ME at Christmas time

Fun bit of serendipity in Bangor: after napping till about 11PM I took a taxi down to the local Irish pub, Paddy Murphy’s to get some food, but the kitchen had closed, so I just ordered the most filling dark stout on draft. While nursing a pint of Gunner’s Daughter, I struck up a conversation with the guy beside me, who turned out to be Sean Faircloth, author and former Bangor mayor and Maine state legislator. Not only did that make for an hour of fun politics conversation, but he knew a place across the street where they still had food for another hour — and a pint of some Narragansett IPA.

US/Canada border crossing, Calais ME to St Stephen NB

Next day, drove an hour and a half to the border, crossing over at the new border crossing to officially export the vehicle from the US and import it into Canada. (This involved tons of paperwork and stopping at both border offices, plus contacting and paying a broker a week beforehand to facilitate the export and provide 72 hour notice to the US CBP facility.) I was glad to have picked Calais to cross rather than the I-95 facility in Houlton — there was no line, and the whole process was done fairly quickly on both ends. I celebrated in Saint Stephen, NB with a Five Kings salad and a contemplative sunset walk along the snowy waterfront facing the border.

St Stephen NB

From St Stephen it was about six more hours to Halifax, mostly uneventful, no need to stop in St John, Moncton, or Truro. (I did try stopping for a pee break at the Nova Scotia Welcome Centre after crossing the provincial border that evening, but it closes at 4:30PM so I ended up at shopping mall in Amherst, NS.)

Second drive, Fiat 500, mid-January. I went a bit slower this trip, taking time to see some sights and visit friends and family.

Map of Second VA-NS drive

Left VA at 6PM and had my fastest trip up I-95 to NJ ever, dropped in on the in-laws in Union, then headed to Brooklyn to meet up with tmkf. Also did that NYC thing were you get food at 3AM, in my case a spicy halal platter from the grill at the back of Union Deli Grocery.

Grand Army Plaza, Brooklyn

Walked around Brooklyn a bit the next day and ate at Dinosaur BBQ before heading out to drive across Manhattan and up into North NJ to visit stynxno, then striking out across Connecticut to have dinner with vee and duckstab before turning in for the night in Boston.

View of Boston from Dock Square parking garage

Next morning I dropped in on my cousin Kara, and had oysters with helicomatic at Union Oyster House, then hung around the Boston waterfront for a bit before getting back on the road and heading north to Maine.

Union Oyster House

Stopped back at Paddy Murphy’s in Bangor again to have a bread bowl of Guinness Stew and another pint of Gunner’s Daughter.

Guinness Stew, Paddy Murphy’s, Bangor

Stood on the waterfront for a bit to stare at the frozen Penobscot river before driving back out on narrow mountain roads towards the coast to spend the night at Quimby House Inn in Bar Harbor.

Bar Harbor, Maine

Next morning I wanted to try the famous Lobster Ice Cream at Ben and Bill’s but they were closed for the season. I did get to walk the Shore Path and see an Atlantic sunrise from the icy, tree-lined waterfront, and that made the whole detour worth it. Also got to chat Star Trek with the owners at Trailhead Cafe, which made for a very fun breakfast.

Bar Harbor Shore Path Sunrise

I wish I had stopped at a scenic outlook shortly after leaving Bar Harbor; Cadillac Mountain glistened with ice in the late morning sun in a view from the mainland I’d probably never see again, but I didn’t stop for a photo. Two hours later I had reached Calais, ME once more.

Calais Free Library, Maine

Parked by the Calais Free Library for a bit to gaze over the St Croix River before crossing the border once again, repeating the paperwork rigmarole on both US and Canada sides.

Fiat at the border (Canada side)

Six hours of driving through New Brunswick and Nova Scotia to Halifax, with just a brief stop at an Ultramar to get coffee and cash for the Cobequid Pass toll. Got to experience the exhilarating panic of a minor skid on the ice while getting back on the highway but otherwise the trip was uneventful, and I got to Halifax around 10PM.

There’s still stuff to do: the cars need to be modified and inspected within 45 days of entry to meet Canadian import requirements, and registered with Nova Scotia RMV. For now it’s good to have two very long solo road trips out of the way.

Total Trip Distance 2,104.6 km

Border crossing dashcam video, and photo album from both road trips.


In case you were wondering how the cats are adapting to their new life in Canada, Martha appears to have commandeered Yarmouth and the South Shore of Nova Scotia.

Martha #cat with Nova Scotia map

Meanwhile Amelia has been diving under the sheets for warmth.

Amelia #cat seeks warmth

Arrival of our moving boxes meant additional feline climbing adventures.

Cats and moving boxes
Martha Cat and moving boxes

So far, they’ve had a good time with their new surroundings. We did have to keep them out of the basement for a bit till a loose crawlspace hatch could be properly blocked but now they have free reign of the entire house and have been fearlessly exploring.

Cats on Stairs

I think the cats are going to be okay.