We stayed at Regina's Inn with a gorgeous view of the shore. Norman enjoyed it, too.
After nephew Randy fed us well, we took a stroll along the beach, covered in the smoothest rocks, worn round by the endless crashing of the waves.
We gathered some driftwood to make a fire later and found all manner of things the tide washes up. Some poor fella is shoeless, at least on one foot.
Before lunch, Brenda wanted to visit her father's gravesite in the community cemetery. It sits atop Peter's Hill and looks over the shoreline communities below.
It is a beautiful and peaceful spot. All the local family names I had heard about for the last twenty years were represented. Some headstones dated back to 1893. There was evidence of recent and loving care taken with family sites. Clearly the people of these communities spend time up on the hill visiting with and remembering their loved ones.
Even at sites where nature was trying to reclaim the stone, family kept alive the memories of their departed loved one.
They are called saltbox houses, and they dot the landscape out in the bays.
We spent the day catching up with family, eating, and relaxing.
We ended the day with a great fire at the beach, surf in the background constantly.
