The gates to the Ocean

Well, the time has come to leave such a different and such beautiful lake Bras d’Or – now our path lay through the St. Peter’s Canal, which we had already explored from land.

The last sunrise in St.Peter’s marina
CTD cast in marina
Plot of CTD-cast data – – well-formed thermocline at 2.5m with cooled by cold air surface 0.5m layer. Very clean water with well-saturated oxygen. High concentration of Chla explains good oxygenation of the basin of marina, High concentrations of fDOM mirrored the temperature plot, so, it could be evidence of an oil spill in marina.
Goodbye, St.Peter’s Marina!
Approaching St.Peter’s Chanal
The bridge is swinged
Operators at duty – the bridge is swung for us!
Motoring the Canal
Docking in the Lock
Conversation with the Lockmaster
The gates are open!
Passing the Lock
Exit from the Canal.
Goodbye, St.Peter’s!
Fenders Up!
Hello, Atlantic Ocean!

Pirates were here!

We were taken aback when we arrived in St. Peter’s and were greeted by a crew of biking pirate sceletons, with flags and banners adorning the village. Initially, we thought it might be an early start to Halloween festivities, but as it turned out, we were fashionably late for the Pirate Festival, which coincidentally coincided with the arrival of Hurricane Lee.

Now, you might be wondering, why pirates? Well, it appears that pirates had quite a lucrative career in these waters, pillaging Nova Scotia until the mid-19th century. They struck terror into the hearts of both the maritime fleet and local fishermen.

The “Golden Age of Piracy” occurred from 1690 to 1730 when Nova Scotia, was largely unsettled by Europeans, making it a possible location for pirates to hide-out or refit. The governor of Fortress Louisbourg in the mid -1720s was so afraid of pirate attacks in Cape Breton that he asked for extra naval protection. One of the nastiest pirates of the “Golden Age”, Ned Low, raided fishing fleets who used Nova Scotian harbours as shelters and fishing stations. Low terrorized a New England fleet in Shelburne in 1720. Some have suggested that he hid treasure in Nova Scotia.

It seems the pirate spirit still lingers in the air, even without the Jolly Roger fluttering above.

Ned Low’s treasure chest:)

Where History meets Nature

As is our tradition, we unfolded our trusty bikes and embarked on a sightseeing adventure. St. Peter’s stands as one of Nova Scotia’s time-honoured settlements, steeped in history. The Portuguese explorers were here back in the 1500s, affectionately naming it Sant-Pedro. Fast forward to the 1650s, and the French decided to set up shop nearby, christening it Saint-Pierre. This region, home to a traditional Mi’kmaq portage route bridging the Atlantic Ocean and Bras d’Or Lakes, witnessed the ebb and flow of a French trading post, a bustling settlement, and a British hilltop fort.

Our expedition took us to the renowned National Historic Site, St. Peter’s Canal, where the mighty Atlantic Ocean converges with the glistening Bras d’Or Lake. Soon, the lock gates of this historic waterway will swing open, granting us passage like a secret door to another world. And if that wasn’t enough, we also ventured into the enchanting Battery Park, where wooden pathways unveiled breathtaking ocean vistas and led us to the St. Peter’s Lighthouse. It was like discovering a hidden treasure trove of natural beauty and history.

Ready to bike!
Glory to Ukraine! Thank you, Canada, for your support!
St.Peter’s Canal
Entry to the Canal from the Bras d’Or Lake
Swinging bridge
StPeters Canal memorial plate
St.Peters Canal entry from the Atlantic Ocean
The lock’s unique double gates, designed to compensate for the tidal differences between the ocean and the lake, are the only ones of their kind in North America.
Floating waiting docks in the canal’s lock

Biking to the Canal ocean entry
Hiking in the Battery Park
Atlantic Ocean view
View on the St.Peter’s oceanfront
Jerome Point Lighthouse
We and the Ocean
Yoga-loops

“This spicy feather bed
The sea washed ashore
The sun evaporated the water –
It turned out well.
I came and took off my sneakers,
And covered back with a shirt,
And sang: “Pa-ra-ru-ra-ru!” —
It turned out well.”
Biking the shore trail
St.Peter’s Beach
Chicken God – if you find such a stone with a hole on the shore, then good luck will come!
We, bikes and the Ocean