Monday, November 17, 2014

Wood Islands to Point Prim



We started where we'd left off a couple of days before, at Wood Islands.Within a few kilometers of the ferry terminal, there are several pull-offs to undeveloped beaches. I'm embarrassed to say I don't remember which one we visited - Point Stewart, maybe? But it was a beautifully wild beach. I was delighted to discover tiny hermit crabs scurrying along in the shallow water!


Mom wanted to take a "Selfie"

After leaving the beach, we took a little detour to a plant nursery on Glashvin Road. It was different from the nurseries I'm used to visiting in that it was just like someone's garden. Want a plant? Someone will come along and dig one up for you. Aside from getting a better idea for what the plant will look like in your own garden, you get to see how it handles the PEI climate. Prices were incredibly reasonable as well.



We reconnected with Point Prim Road and stopped at a lovely little art studio called Kro in the Skye, which features stained glass and seaglass jewelry.  Hungry by this point, we stopped at what may be my new favorite island dining experience - the Point Prim Chowder House. Though it was windy, we sat on the deck with views of the lighthouse. I had the lobster roll that every lobster roll aspires to be when it grows up - huge chunks of lobster meat on the most delightfully crisp and buttery roll you could imagine.

   
Seriously, best ever.



The chowder was pretty great as well. We had carrot cake a la mode for dessert - it was so good, right down to the zucchini blossom garnish. The only downside to the restaurant was that parking was limited - cars were starting to line the drive to the lighthouse as we left.
 


The lighthouse itself is the oldest on the island, and is unusual in that it's round and made of brick. (Most island lighthouses are square and made of wood.) It's now covered in shingles to prevent the deterioration of the brick during harsh island winters. Located at the very end of a long peninsula, the lighthouse guards Hillsborough Bay, the connection between the capital of Charlottetown and the Northumberland Strait.

On the way out, I had to stop for a photo at the Polly Cemetery. It was named for the ship the first Scottish immigrants came over on, many of whom are now buried at this site. At the time, I didn't know the history behind the name... I just assumed it was because they knew I was awesome.

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