August 13, 2016
The day dawned beautiful and
clear, the air cooler, the humidity low.
We left the hotel around 8:30.
Paul and Ruth Hershberger did the devotional as we drove. Persevering during difficult times was the
subject and they shared their personal stories about times that were impossible
to understand, talking about how God’s faithfulness came through. I enjoy hearing people’s own stories – I
always get more out of what’s being said when real life is present.
Afterward Gloria spoke about Nickle
Mines, where she and her husband live, and updated us on some of the happenings
in the years since the tragic shooting there.
The world moves on but the people whose lives have been forever changed
by the unimaginable actions of one troubled man must continue to live with the
consequences of his actions. Forgiveness
when there is no closure, no end to the difficult days, is an ongoing decision,
one day at a time.
Our first stop was at the Truro
Famer’s Market where Old Colony Mennonites sell fresh vegetables and baked
goods, as well as rum, beer, cheese and jelly.
I bought a wedge of mild Swiss Gouda and a loaf of crusty beer
bread. Since this combination called for
some fine wine, I snagged a jar of Merlot Wine Jelly. We all sampled some later, on the bus,
cruising on down the road.
We tried to see the tidal bore outside of Truro, where the
moon’s gravitational pull causes the tides rushing from the Bay of Fundy to
force the Salmon River into a backward flow twice a day. We missed it by minutes but I had never heard
of this phenomena and found it quite interesting. I’ve added a link to a video from Utube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWumonz87rA
We ate lunch at Jungle Jim’s in
Truro, a place similar to Red Robin back home, without the big franchise feel. The food was delicious and arrived quickly
but, most importantly, was served by friendly people who appeared to enjoy
their jobs.
We arrived at the Lynwood Inn in
Baddeck, Nova Scotia early evening.
Beautifully situated overlooking one section of the town with the water
peeking through the trees beyond, the Inn also featured a restaurant with large
verandas and decks on two sides. Even
though it was cool in the evening air many of us opted to eat outside, soaking
in the beauty around us. After stuffing
myself with pan-fried haddock, I joined several others for a walk to a small
ice-cream establishment a few blocks away.
I turned in early; too much food
and a poor night’s sleep last night and I was ready for bed before the sun was
completely gone. Paul left in search of
a card game with his Rook cards in one hand and his score pad in the other. I was sound asleep long before he came back,
moaning about his severe trouncing.
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