Single Malt for lunch lead to other silly things. We stopped at Scarecrow Joes. A young man decided to make fulllife sized scarecrow figures to entertain the people who travelled the Cabot trail. The collection of over 50 figures includes cartoon characters, politicians, and various other unique individuals, each with a name and story. After he died his son continued to add members to the scarecrow family. Every year before the snow, they are all taken down, stored in the adjoining ice cream shoppe and then redressed completely in the spring for the next year. We went around and made friends with each one. Cheticamp Island was our next stop. The campground was full, but they placed us in the overflow area, which was by far the best site in the campgrounds. We had a full view of the Gulf of St Lawrence and the beach. When a spot opened and they tried to move us into the wooded area Helen protested and we were allowed to stay in the overflow and were join by two families from Nova Scotia. The fathers had both grown up in Cheticamp and were French Acadian. We had some very interesting conversations. One night a young family from Germany was with us and fortunately for us they spoke fluent English and the few words they didn't knbow they could describe. What a blast. We hiked walked, the shore, talked, but after observing the swimmers shivering, we decided the water was too cold to go further than knee deep.The weather was glorious and we were told over and over that the days we were having was what prompted people to come to Nova Scotia.