‘This little Island packs a big punch. With adventure around every turn, beauty that’s hard to even believe and food that is out of this world, Prince Edward Island will charm you from tip-to-tip’.
A 2017 trip that continues to haunt me two years later for its tranquility, natural beauty and the wonder that places still retain their intrinsic simplicity. Maybe I will be there again for a longer stay.
Summer 2017: Oceans and seas intimidate me but water aside this was one place I had always wanted to visit or travel to and my children seeing my resolve planned a maritime adventure for our 2017 Canada vacation. I was skeptical of stepping on a ‘pie’ embedded in the ocean as the size of Prince Edward Island compared with rest of the ‘Forgotten Sisters’ is not very persuading. But touristy ‘punches’ from travel brochures and websites weakened my resolve and we winged our way to the North East corner of Canada from Toronto.
The flattering way to appreciate the Maritime is to barge in (ships) like the Vikings, the Scots, the French and British and traverse the Acadian fantasies, Nova Scotia, New Brunswick and Prince Edward Island. We did it the modern way….four wheels… for exhilarating land ventures along Nova Scotia and Cape Breton Island coastal towns and villages with overnight stopovers before crossing over to Prince Edward Island and New Brunswick.
PRINCE EDWARD ISLAND: There are 3 entry points to the Island.The first/last entry/exit point is from New Brunswick on the dramatically spectacular Confederation Bridge spanning the Abeqwelt Passage of Northumberland Straits. The 12.9 km Confederation Bridge is a quick, convenient, and riveting way to arrive or leave the Island from Borden –Carleton on the southwestern edge of PEI. For us it was exit point for New Brunswick (Bay Of Fundy).
Second Island entry is Charlottetown Airport from any airport in Canada.
Number 3 entry is from Caribou (Nova Scotia) to Wood Islands (southeastern region of PEI) via Northumberland Ferries, a comfortable crossover similar to Vancouver ferries. A lunch stop at Pictou, a heritage seaside town of Scottish immigrants who sailed here in The HECTOR after their 11 weeks ordeal across the Atlantic in 1773. A replica of HECTOR is showcased at Heritage Quay, Pictou harbor, and every year a Maritime festival is held to commemorate the arrival of the Scots in ‘New Scotland”.
Strait Crossing: The 75-minute resting across the cold Northumberland Strait supplemented by on-board entertainment, food, wine, COWs ice cream and photo ops of the coastline from the deck was what we needed. We were the last ones to exit the underbelly of the ferry to the road to Charlottetown, our first stop in PEI. By now it was pitch dark, no street lights except in small roadside towns and it was a long lonely journey with occasional headlights confirming that we were on the right track. It set my imagination ticking to the settlers as they trudged or carted across the land in search of abodes.
The 52 km appeared never-ending till we faced the imposing RODD CHARLOTTETOWN. The hotel constructed in 1931, a throwback on the Canadian National Railway hotels throughout Canada, is said to have played host to Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Philip during the Island’s centennial Confederation celebrations in 1973. History flapping its wings again and as we waited for the concierge in the ‘Victorian’ foyer with marble floors and barrel-vaulted ceiling, I awaited the appearance of a ‘mean Lord’ stalking a ‘timorous’ damsel….a scene from the pages of Georgette Heyer romances (My one time favorite reading in school)
Refreshed and hungry, it was 9 pm and still too early to call it a day, we set out for downtown to mingle with tourists and locals hidden in dark wooden interiors of ‘Gahan House’, the popular downtown restaurant on Sydney Street, relishing the in –house favorites, Nachos topped with Sangrias and ales. This leg of our journey, PEI, was turning into an indulgence peppered with Victorian sensibilities. I was glad to have included this remote land in our itinerary.
Day 2…History of any country is my weakness and if linked to Colonial times all the more interesting as I tend to draw parallels to British rule in India. Here to the British outsmarted the French… the first of the Europeans to claim the Maritime, including Prince Edward Island, in 1604. The French had established the colony of Acadia and renamed the Island Île Saint-Jean.
The British soon followed displacing the French from their adoptive lands renaming towns and villages.
The Original Inhabitants in this colonial power struggle, the Mi’kmaq, were mere spectators watching the division of their ‘Land cradled by the waves’. According to Mi’kmaq legend the Great Spirit placed some dark red crescent-shaped clay on the Blue Waters forming the island with red clayey soil, the distinctive feature of Prince Edward Island. This rich soil, a lure for immigrants across decades, explains the population density of PEI despite being the smallest Canadian Province.
The Mi’kmaq had accepted the French as trading partners and allies but did not recognize their claim to land. Ultimately it was the British who gained control over land that did not belong to them. Another name change and in November 1798 St. John’s Island was Prince Edward Island in honour of Prince Edward Augustus, fourth son of King George and father of future Queen Victoria. PEI became a hub for the fashionable Victorian nobility looking for adventure. The fairytale touch to the soil padded the presentation of landmarks with mesmeric sheen.
48 hours in Charlottetown, capital of PEI, was a window into the quintessence Victorian elegance of the city that was originally the county seat of Queen’s County (1764). The name change to ‘Charlottetown’ was for Charlotte Mecklenburg-Strelitz, wife of King George III.
By now, ‘Google’ familiar with local colonial history, we set out on a ‘vintage walk’ of city landmarks starting with Province House National Historic Site, the birthplace of the Confederation and provincial legislature, at corner of University Avenue and Grafton Street.Confederation Centre of the Arts, a concrete gift to the ‘Fathers of Confederation’ by the governors of the ten provinces, is one of the 22 national sites of Canada in PEI.
At time of our visit (June 2017) the Centre was undergoing renovation. The Centre presents live theatre, including the Charlottetown Festival during summer months and by coincidence the Charlottetown Festival is dominated by one of Canada’s or PEI’s longest running musical the Anne of Green Gables. The author, Lucy Maud Montgomery, a native of Cavendish, PEI, has showcased the magnetism of her land through the antics and life of Anne. This was on our must visit lists after we had done with the city.
The other places of interest is the Island’s first Protestant Church St. Paul’s Anglican (1747); St. Duncan’s Basilica, seat of a Roman Catholic diocese and the Veterans Memorial on University Avenue in Queens Square Park. The Memorial is a tribute to the soldiers of the three Wars, 1st, 2ndWorld Wars and Korean War.
Heritage and panoramic presentations compensate for lack of vertical concrete towers as we stroll the scenic Victoria Park and Peakes Wharf Historic Waterfront where the Confederation fathers had first landed in 1864. The inimitable shops dotting the waterfront are the best way to divide time between Heritage Walk, Boutique Shopping Walk and Waterfront Walk. To end the splurge on world-famous slurpy Cows Ice Cream, handcrafted jewelry, the popular Mud T-Shirts, live music and P.E.I.’s favorite waterfront summer nightclub. Not to forget boat tours.
The ‘pie’ was turning into a surprise and we relished the inclusions. The smallness of the island simplifies movement, from one end to another, and from Charlottetown we drove along lush meadows and farmhouses towards Cavendish in the North Shore region of the Island. Cavendish is the summer playground of visitors lured by pristine landscape and beaches looking out towards the Gulf of Saint Lawrence.
Our target was Green Gables Cottage, the iconic setting for ‘ANNE OF GREEN GABLES’, a popular young fiction about the shenanigans of a “verbose, red-haired 11-year-old orphan Anne Shirley accidentally sent to a middle-aged brother and sister. They were looking forward to adapting a boy to help them on their farm but instead received Anne. Anne, starved for love and with a vibrant imagination, proved a welcome addition charming the people around her.
The author, Lucy Maud Montgomery, draws up on her own experiences of Cavendish where her grandparents had raised her after her mother’s death. She was a frequent visitor to Green Gables farm, the “wonder castle of my childhood”, constructed by her uncle John and aunt Annie Campbell in 1872.
The Museum and Avonlea Village recreate the 19thcentury old world flavor of Anne’s adapted home, the stables and the farm. There are permanent exhibitions and stores selling ‘Anne’ gifts, candy, dolls and dresses. Young and not so young girls take turns to be seated in the horse carriage, trying out the orange plaits (wig) to capture the “Anne’ selfie. We were witness to a mini Japanese invasion with Japanese tourists picking up mementoes to carry back home. The novel and its heroine is a literary or cultural phenomenon in Japan with teen girls coloring their hair red to follow ‘Anne”.
Lucy’s books were a success and so was Prince Edward Island National Park (1937) with Cavendish Beach and Green Gables farm within the park perimeter. The increasing footfalls over the years led to tourist additions including the ‘Green Gables Golf Course, Green Gables farm tours. motels, campgrounds, amusement parks, shops, restaurants, bars and other facilities, popularising the beauty of the area. We admired the leisurely Victorian lifestyle, the landscape of “ruby, and emerald, and sapphire”, the temple of woods, fields and shore where the sunset sky shines “like a great rose window at the end of a cathedral aisle.”
The writer would probably find today’s Cavendish unrecognizable, no longer the “haunt of ancient peace,” as she had described it. It is a different take for visitors discovering the enduring charm of PIE’s green seclusion, the famous spud farms (PEI potato is world-famous), rolling lupine fields, birch trees hiding 18th-century pioneer cemeteries with ‘gulf inlets reaching in like slender fingers”. In Anne Shirley’s signature phrase, so much “scope for imagination.”
The person who enjoyed the maximum was my 17-month-old granddaughter running around in the Gables cottage lawns, free-spirited and joyous. I could visualize the ebullient Anne in these picturesque settings. For us a Raspberry cordial, Anne’s favorite drink, rounded up the ‘Anne’ adventure.
The first thing I did, on return to Calgary, Alberta, was to watch the ‘Anne’ television series and agree with Mark Twain, that Anne was “the dearest and most lovable child in fiction since the immortal Alice.”
Back to Charlottetown and day-end stroll along the Promenade to watch the setting sun cavort amidst the sails of anchored boats and ships, a painter’s canvas, completes our city break.
Day 3….Victoria-by-the-Sea: We enter a Village, that is accessible by road or by sea, waking up from its winter slumber. The welcoming quietness of handful of visitors and locals, the near empty Galleries, studios, restaurants, the tempting chocolate factory lining the cozy street and we quickly abandon our car in favor of slow-paced meandering on tree-lined avenues. This is followed by a leisurely lunch at Beachcombers On The Wharf managed by two sisters who personally see to your food choice. Not much of Lobster eaters (PEI is famous) we did not try the lobsters suggested by them but enjoyed the sandwiches and shakes. Dessert was finger licking home-made chocolates in the tiny homely shop, Island Chocolates. The smell alone is enough to drive one into chocolaty raptures. Coffee, served on the café patio overlooking the Main Street is a refreshing antidote.
The fishing village is well laid out thanks to a son of one James Baldwin Palmer, an immigrant lawyer and agent for Earl of Westmoreland, who designed the village on his father’s estate.
The touristy Instagrammable pastoral opulence is visible in the sailing boats, kayaks moored in the harbour, watching fishermen haul their catch onto the wharfs or the evening interplay of setting sun and the waters.
Temptation was rearing ‘its ugly head’ to stay overnight as the best way to experience the charm and intimacy of PEI is to live like the locals in its myriad small towns and villages. But we had to move on to another wonder, Bay of Fundy, New Brunswick, as hotel reservations were already made.
Foot-scape: A PEI must is hiking and cycling on the various trails across rolling hills, quaint villages and seascapes. One of the most popular hikes is the undulating Confederation Trail, an abandoned railway track converted into an exploring and cycling trail during summers and a snowmobile trail during winter. The main trail, 273 km, starts in Tignish and ends in Elmira. Extensions or branches extend from heart of Charlottetown towards the waterside communities of Souris, Georgetown, Montague, Wood Islands, Murray River and Murray Harbor including the link to the Confederation Bridge in Borden-Carleton.
For us it was a four-wheel adventure and from Victoria we headed towards PEI’s photogenic rolling terrain of Red Sands Shore dominating the region with a perfect rust dab on the pastoral landscape. Another pausing point is Port-la-Joye–Fort Amherst National Historic Site, an ill-fated place of struggle of two European powers, France and Great Britain, and their control of the strategic harbor. The present tranquility, as you stand atop the earthwork remains of Fort Amherst, negates the skirmishes of the past.
There are about forty-five lighthouses still standing, guiding mariners away from dangerous reefs and into safe harbors. Of these 7 are open to public while four are house museums as the lighthouse in Victoria-by-the-Sea. Point Prim Lighthouse(1845) an 18.2 m (60 foot) round brick lighthouse was the first and one of the last of its kind in Canada. The smallest lighthouse is Covehead lighthouse on Cape Stanhope at entrance of Covehead Bay in Prince Edward Island National Park. The grounds are open but the lighthouse is locked. A plaque on the side explains the havoc wrecked by Yankee Gale in 1851 that had destroyed 74 ships and 150 lives. The red and white damaged tapered structure with decorative pediments on windows and doors stands a lonely vigil amidst rustic sandy surroundings. Chastened by the loneliness of the beach, the nothingness across the Gulf of St. Lawrence, we returned to Charlottetown.
There was still so much to see and experience… insignificant things and actions, like running on squeaking sands, hikes across the Island, craft and culinary workshops….a long list that will have to wait for next trip to PEI.
We end our journey in Borden Carlton Village before getting on Confederation Bridge for entry into New Brunswick. The Marine Rail Park is an ideal place to take stunning pictures of the Bridge, the fluttering red PEI pennant and the old rail cars.
A final linger before exit….Gateway village for food, drinks and souvenirs supposedly reasonably priced than elsewhere on PEI. We purchased the famous PEI mud-dyed tee shirts using age-old native dyeing formula. A year later my t-shirt is a shadow of its previous clayey-red colour.
Journey’s End: As we cross Confederation Bridge I glance back recalling the Mic Mac legend about the creation of Prince Edward Island. The Great Spirit said, ‘I will shape this red clay into a crescent form and it will be the most beautiful place on Mother Earth. It will become the home of my Micmac people. “The Great Spirit named the Island “Minegoo”. Micmac Legends of PEI by John Joe Sark.
PEI is more than a beautiful place. It is a mélange of cultures, languages, cuisine… gift wrapped in glittering, soothing hues of nature and as an Islander wrote… “where one walks out the front door into brush fields and young woods and spring swamps”‘.
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