Our campsite near Baddeck was a waterfront property. But you couldn't access the water...we were on the top of a cliff. At night we could hear the bell on a buoy clanging far away. It sounded pretty neat, actually.
After a luxurious breakfast we hit the road.
Opa and Oma joined us for a ride around the Cabot Trail. Lots of windy corners, and quite a number of quick stops for views and touring. 
We did a few short walks. The longest one ended up being completely in the bush, going around a lake. It might have been Algonquin, including the heat and lack of water during a portage. We decided to opt out on any more walks and stick to views.
Another stop, another view!
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