Sunday Drivers - Crescent Beach redux

I'm a little behind on the blogging of late. I've still got two other events to share with you, but because Sunday Drivers is so darn popular, I've put the other entries on hold. 

We'll start today's adventure with a photo of my magnificent dog.  When reviewing the candid beach photos, I came across this and was immediately reminded of how much Tru looks like Pete.   Tru's day was particularly full of adventure and new experiences as my "prairie dog" actually swam in the surf.  He didn't like it and did it only because I appeared to be drowning, but he swam nonetheless.  Will he ever do it again? Unlikely...

So, today's drive took us back to Crescent Beach.  You might remember this place from a couple weeks ago, when we froze our patooties off. This time we drove right onto the beach and set up camp at the south end.

 Gertie is such a good girl!  I'm pretty sure The Boy is dancing, but I can never be quite sure.

 Loaded for Lunenburg, the family heads out down the beach.

 The Boy quickly deployed his cups and set about making ice cream cones for everyone. Yuuuuuummmm....

 Laura's magnificent beast, scanning the horizon for any wayward sticks.

 Finding none, she submitted to Laur's tactic of throwing the good ones away. Actually, this is a terrible photo... it looks like Laur is about bean her!

Oh Boopy, you are such a good girl!  A Lab's dream - water and sticks.

A couple of cyclists made their way down the beach. You can see how firm the sand becomes after the tide goes out.  There were many trucks and cars driving along the beach, and surprisingly we saw a couple Porche Cabriolets and a Baracuda with racing slicks go by.  The Baracuda didn't disappoint, by the way. In stereotypical fashion he spun his tires and did doughnuts on the beach.  Everyone, and I mean everyone, on the beach was very impressed with his manly display of power and fortitude.

While Laur and The Boy packed up, I gave good ol' Butt Fluff a thorough brushing down.  At last tally, I'd removed four metric chihuahuas from his hind quarters.
 After spending a few hours tinkering around, lolling about in the surf and eating our picnic (which consisted primarily of sand and dog-hair), we made our way to Lunenburg for an ice cream. This photo shows what it looks like on the other side of the beach - there is a long isthmus connecting George Island to the mainland.  Rocks on either side of the road way keep the surf from impeding too far into the driving portion.  The beach, which is on the left side of the photo (we're looking north), is blasted by wind and sand.  The calm, shallow, warm and protected bay, on the right side of the photo, is a favourite place for kite surfers - the wind deflects up and provides a draft for the kite, while the calm surface allows the boarders to really get up to speed.
 This is the face of the tiredest dog ever! Old Potato Head was wiped out, but wanted to make sure she didn't miss anything!

Lunenburg Industrial Foundry and Engineering was established in 1891 and provides all kinds of ship repair and foundry services. Most recently they did a bunch of neat stuff for Bluenose II.  I didn't notice it at the time, but I love the window's wobbly reflection of the old church.

 Windbags is a store which repurposes old sails into totes, messenger and laptop bags.  The signal flags above the window reads "windbag".

 Kind of hokey, but I thought the building suited a bit of "time machine" processing. I didn't know it at the time, but legend has it this building was used for the recent movie "Moby Dick".  Ignorance is sometimes bliss.

 Don't ask, 'cuz I don't know.

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