#3 – 2000 Mile Road Trip In An Electric Vehicle – Part 3 – Meat Cove

#3 – 2000 Mile Road Trip In An Electric Vehicle – Part 3 – Meat Cove

With a short 35 mile drive to arrive at Meat
Cove, we had crested over the 1000 mile mark of our trip It’s a beautiful expanse of shore with grassy
campgrounds perched above sheer cliff drop-offs. This is our campsite for the night. In other words, the perfect place for a family
with small children. Honestly, it was almost exactly the thing
we were looking for. But we chose the lowest possible campsite,
just to be on the safe side. Let’s go down to the beach. Poo-poo butt. What? We climbed the narrow path to the water for
some rock skipping practice. Let’s take our socks and shoes off. It did three. I think you did three. Good job. Nature’s beauty, combined
with a secluded location, the peace and quiet that can only be ruined by… some jabroni with a loud drone… and some one revving their engine because they got stuck on the beach… and did I mention
the jabroni with the drone? Perfect time for a hike. The campsite manager told us that
one of the “must-dos” was a hike to the top of a mountain
overlooking Meat Cove. One, two, three. You can’t go all the way up to the edge. Okay? Okay. Sorry if your legs are getting scratched up. I didn’t realize it was going to be so thick. Oh my gosh. Look that way guys. Okay. See the water? Yeah, it’s so pretty. Be very careful. You guys… Whoa. No, there’s more. I mean, this is the high point. Okay. It goes lower from here. It did go lower, but first you had to get
across small portion with daunting drop-offs on both sides of the path. Woo. Look at this. There are so many great reasons to hike up
a mountain with your kids. One – YOU can teach THEM
to confront their fears. Help mommy through it. Tell mommy it’s okay. You made it. Two – you instill in them the pride
that they are just like you. I don’t think I need to
hold your hand, right? Here, I wanna hold your hand. And three – you cement their belief that you
will keep them safe 100 percent of the time. Yeah, sure. Okay. Sorry. You like this place. Yeah, it’s so pretty. We are. It was breathtaking to have this little peninsula
in Nova Scotia all to ourselves. It was definitely a place where you have to
be there to truly experience the grandeur. Despite my best efforts,
I couldn’t quite capture it. Where’s a jabroni with a drone
when you need him. The hike was grueling but worth it, and the
exhaustion was a wonderful spice for dinner with a spectacular view. It’s so good. The kids would have eaten almost anything. Yummy. The campsite manager had offered to let us
plug in that night to trickle charge but we didn’t really need it,
so we skipped plugging in. In fact, we just sort of forgot to worry about
the car – which is the kind of the point, right? That way you have time observe the innocence
of children connecting with nature or, like the old adage says,
to really stop and pet the flowers. This was our paradise. And we made it here in our little
238 mile per charge electric vehicle. We watched the sunset and spotted the first
stars which the kids rarely get to see when we’re home because it’s usually past bedtime. We talked about extending our stay in this
magical place… but then… came the night. Almost immediately after the kids fell asleep
– the wind picked up. It got so bad, we took the rain fly off our
tent so there would be less resistance. The low light playing tricks on April’s imagination. She was convinced we were moving ever closer
to the cliff’s edge. By morning, with the tent side
still smacking me in the face, it was anything but a restful night. Well, except for the kids. They slept better than any other night of the trip. After bad sleep and wrecked nerves, it was
really nice waking to a clear day and to see lobster boats dropping their pots. It was oddly peaceful despite the unrelenting wind. I don’t remember what I was thinking at
this moment, but maybe it was… that my kids sleeping peacefully while the thin layer protecting
them is being ravaged by outside forces is an apt metaphor for what an egotistical humanity
is doing to the Earth’s atmosphere. But as I watch this right now I’m thinking that bald spot
on the top of my head is way bigger than I knew and why didn’t anyone tell me. *Sigh* As much as we loved Meat Cove, our nerves
weren’t going survive a replay of the previous of the previous night. So our plans became about making things
stress free for the weary. We found the perfect empty beach after lunch
to spend hours exploring. Then we drove to the Mid-Trail Motel. Caught in what? The rain. Getting caught in the rain should be the least
of your worries, son for you are caught in a
web of your parents’ whims. It looks like a storm is coming. Why? Cuz look how dark the clouds are over there. After a quick rock skipping review, we scurried
back inside to avoid the rain and settled in for a comfortable night’s sleep in preparation for another grueling,
yet iconic hike we were about to force a
7- and 3-year-old to do on their tiny, short legs.

11 Replies to “#3 – 2000 Mile Road Trip In An Electric Vehicle – Part 3 – Meat Cove”

  1. You should learn the local dialect. That guy's known as a hoser with a drone. He probably has a 6 pack of Molson back at the truck as well 'eh?

  2. Love your adventure! I feel like I am watching a documentary on the Discovery Channel. Well done…Looking forward to Part 4. I just got a 2019 Bolt and can't wait to do some long trips! Thanks!

  3. >the perfect place for a family with small children.

    The commentary of a man who has spent 1000k in the car with his family.

  4. I stumbled upon your roadtrip videos only by accident, and I’m happy I did. Lovely videos, a lot of humanity in them. I’ve enjoyed watching all three of them and already looking forward to part 4, 5 and 6 😁

    All the best from 🇨🇦 … and now I’m going to send your videos to my friends in Nova Scotia 😀

  5. Just saw part 3 was up. Thank you to the family that gave me the information and drive to buy my own Bolt. Makes me want to visit Nova Scotia again.

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