Peggy’s Cove is about a 50 minute drive from Halifax, where Soni’s family lives. We went on a grey, almost rainy weekday, which worked in our favor as it’s a very touristed + photographed spot. There were a few tour buses in the parking lot when we arrived. I can’t imagine what this place is like on summer weekends! As ever, I love seeing places in the slightly off season, when the weather it a touch moodier and the tourists are scarce. Can you tell I grew up in a tourist town?
The rocks are unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. Large expanses of rock with shallow and deep cracks make up the shoreline here. Looking at it from a distance, the rocks take on a sea-like quality, with the soft undulations of the granite, echoing the Atlantic just beyond. My favorite thing as a kid, much to my parents chagrin, was running as fast as I could on the rocks, on the jetty out to the water, and around tide pools at the beach. This would have been heaven for me as a kid.
Signs posted around the lighthouse warn to stay off of the black (wet) rocks, as it’s easy to get caught unawares and swept away by a wave if you’re not careful. Indeed, when I looked up Peggy’s Cove later, the word that gets attached to it in many articles is “deadly” and “black rocks”. We didn’t go onto the black rocks, and weren’t tempted. We opted instead for a hot tea in the gift shop.
