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Wow – Is there anywhere nicer than Spring in Nova Scotia???

So it’s hard to believe, but we’re back into the full swing of things and a year has gone by along with a whole lot of non-blogs. The good thing is we have been travelling the province looking for new and unique things to write about that maybe not all of you have heard about a million times. Easy hikes so very close to where we live that I never knew about! All those hidden gems … I’ll be filling you in on all the details as the days and weeks go by, and we get closer and closer to another summer in paradise.

I had quite the shock last weekend when I drove into Mahone Bay and saw the crane there — it’s one of the signs of spring here in Mahone Bay. We’ve got spring peepers, waking bears, baby fawns, daffodils, robins, hummingbirds, and The Crane. The huge, graceful, long-necked beast who crawls slowly into the Mahone Bay wharf and situates itself just perfectly to start plucking the many boats, one by one, and laying them ever-so-gently into the water so the very excited owners can hop inside and go park up their boat for the summer. The Bay is full and with the coming of the crane comes the excited anticipation of another season with visitors from all around the world.

Not just Mahone Bay, of course, but Lunenburg too now has a full front harbour including a rather magnificent looking sailing boat which is parked up there at the moment. Sadly the Picton Castle has left us once again, and it was sad to see her leave. If you are headed this way you really need to keep an eye on the Bluenose — she’s being rebuilt (have you heard?) and she’s very nearly done. What happens once she’s done? The launching of course! An historic moment here in Lunenburg and you should be there, I know I will be.

So with spring bursting out all over I realise it’s time to sit down and fill you in on everything that’s happening here. A daunting task, as we really are a very busy little place, but I’m ready to take it on!

Come back soon. I think tomorrow I’ll touch quickly on the new Bluenose Academy, and then later this week I’ll show & tell our latest hike — to Apron Falls.

What an Amazing Ride

Summer has been such an incredible one. It’s been quite perfect for me, because I’m someone who loves a bit of sunny hot weather to be followed by a bit of cool rain, and then more hot sun. We’ve certainly had more rain this summer than I ever remember, but so many hot sunny days mixed in it’s been the perfect combination. The farmers’ markets will be overflowing with fresh produce, and if you’re into eating meat then all those grass fed animals being sold will be chubby and absolutely delicious.

Summer is quickly coming to its end, and my regular old life is waiting for me just over the next Waxing Gibbous. Autumn is my absolutely favorite season of all —- the gloriously warm & sunny days; the cool, crips nights; the storms, when they come, are big & powerful; the leaves start changing … our whole world finishes and comes to a close, and who knows what the next season will bring. Anticipation of lots of snow for tobogganing; dread of all the many snowsuit days; the happy fire crackling each and every night in the woodstove to keep us toasty & warm …. and a regimented life where I know I can find time to write here, each and every day.

I’m thinking big changes are on their way — hopefully for the better.

Now hasn’t this been an odd little blog about Lunenburg and Mahone Bay ….

Our little hostel has been having a little campfire each and every night (when it isn’t raining) — marshmallows and homemade roasting sticks. Sometimes the kids join in for a while, sometimes not… their bedtime is fairly early, though, so most of the night is yours.

… And our toilet garden is blooming magnificently… now which of you isn’t filled with curiousity over THAT little statement ?? .. why not come see it for yourself

Whether the weather be cold, or whether the weather be hot…

we’ll weather the weather, whatever the weather, whether we like it or not.

So it seems I can hardly avoid the weather. It’s sticking its nose into my business every time I turn around, so I feel it is crying out for some attention. Not just the idle chitchat you hear from people – tourists and locals alike – but some serious, written in cyberstone attention that will remain, forevermore, in cyberspace.

Nova Scotia is a peninsula on the Atlantic Ocean. For anyone who knows anything about the ocean, you’ll be saying “Ahhh. Okay, I get it.” For those of you with less oceanic experience, let me just say that while weather changes everywhere all the time, coastal areas are ever so much much more prone to the changes, because that ocean is having a huge impact on our weather. And boy, she changes a lot around here!

Nova Scotia (and other chilly coastal areas) are quite famous for their remarkable colours in autumn. It’s .. well … impossible to explain. And as much as the colours are gobstopping here, up in Cape Breton is it even more so. One of the things affecting our beautiful colours is our changeable weather. From hot to cold, wet to dry. All of this is being registered by the tree and once we get that rain in September where the air just feels different afterward? That’s when the trees start their song. It builds slowly with the voice of one, lone, red maple leaf (why red? why maple? Because that’s what occured to me. I don’t actually claim to know which leaf turns what colour first.). The tune quickly spreads and to the red song come the yellow and orange harmonies. And then .. huzzah! Our whole arboribus world sings a heartstopping song … I’m off topic again, aren’t I. It’s like an addiction with me.

So yes, our weather is ever-changing. Sometimes you need a sweater in August. Sometimes people are playing golf over the Christmas holidays. No question but that you’ll need a raincoat in Spring … not that it’ll rain every day (although it kind of felt that way this year), but it will rain. And it might rain in summer as well. And autumn. And winter. You might get hail. Hurricanes (not like the kind down south, just our milder & gentler version). Snow. Fog .. ahh definitely some fog which is perhaps one of my favorite kinds of weather… it’s so mysterious, don’t you think? Adds to the whole pirate, ghost, haunted feeling I’m always looking for and finding fairly often when I can be bothered to look hard enough.

Despite the bad rap our weather gets, we also get gloriously hot and sunny days where people are complaining because it’s just too darn hot. 35 degrees (100 for all of you south of the border) is not at all uncommon, and it gets hotter than that as well, although not regularly (thank goodness).

Our backpacker hostel is on a well, which it shares with our house and a little cottage we rent out year-round. The rain is good for us. I’m always happy to see it, so long as I get a sunny day as well. Which we do. But that’s my purely selfish reason for liking the rain.

If it rains while you’re on vacation, all that means is that you have a day to look around the museums and art galleries without having to be distracted by the call of the sun .. calling you to one of our numerous beaches .. to the park .. to the back deck (if laying in the sun is what you’re into) .. to the campground. Tomorrow that bit of rain will look like a whole new world: the trees, plants and flowers will all be bursting with green .. looking lush and lively (say that 10 times fast!). The bird poop on the picnic table today will be washed away tomorrow, so you can sit down and enjoy a feed without fear that your child will think it’s a yoghurt covered raisin and pop it into his or her mouth. The veggies that our local farmers are growing and hoping to sell at the Farmers’ Markets will take a huge leap in growth so that instead of one bag of fresh beans you can buy 2 .. plus peas, carrots and some new spuds. All because of rain.

I know you want your holiday to be perfect, but really: Nova Scotia is all about changing weather. It’s part of what makes us .. us. If you got absolutely no rain or fog or storms or anything but sun when you were here, could you really say you experienced Nova Scotia?

A little bit of rain never hurt anyone … and summer rain is when you can run outside naked (okay, I guess we aren’t quite that liberal minded in these parts ..) you can run outside in your bathing suit and get a good soaking straight from the clouds. Remember doing that when you were a kid? Do it again on your holiday. Really. You’ll feel 15 again.

Books .. Ahhhhhh yes. Books.

No vacation, holiday or, indeed, life is complete without books … and a good powerful load of them at that. I am ridiculously addicted to books, and apparently am raising three like-minded children.. particularly the eldest.

So maybe you’re visiting this spectacular little area of Nova Scotia’s Bluenose Coast/Lighthouse Route and it’s a stunning day … the sun is shining so brightly it looks like we’ve paved our streets with diamonds, the ocean is sparkling like the stars at night (speaking of the night sky, have you seen the night sky here? Try it .. okay not just here, anywhere away from the city. In a word? Remarkable.) .. so, right. You’ve got the picture forming in your head. Lunenburg Town is wonderful .. everything you imagined and so much more, and you just wish you could just let it all absorb into your soul for a little bit … so that, mid-winter, you can open yourself up and relive the experience and escape the cold/snow/rain/whatever. What better way to do this than to walk up UNESCO Fresco (the banks are lined up on your right, and an array of beautifully coloured restaurants, shops and accommodations are on your left) until you get to the War Memorial. Pay your respects and then head off to your right past the bandstand. If you’re lucky, there’s live music, but if not ahhhhh .. a piece of heaven. Lay down on the grassy hill overlooking the busy-ness of town and read. What do you call a good read? There’s so much. At the moment I’m particularly enthralled with Nancy Farmer’s Sea of Trolls (ha – play on words there … en-thralled .. ha) – magical books, they are.

But what for the people who haven’t a book with them? I have an answer to that question, I do. Stand up, stretch your legs… your arms.. your back … deep breath in of fresh sea air, and then head back down the street you just walked up (it’s quite short, don’t worry). Turn left at the bottom, onto Montague Street, and just a few doors down you’ll find one of the most remarkable books shops you’ll ever be likely to find. Mixed in with all these modern, fancy schmancy, designed-to-attract-tourists shops is Elizabeth’s Books. It’s a small and unassuming shop run by Chris, who is always happy to have a chat. Don’t bother heading there in the morning, though – he’s an afternoon & evening sort of man and so is his shop. Romantically, he named the shop for his wife. I love that he did that. It’s … I don’t know.

When you walk into his shop it feels something like taking a step back into history. New books are there, yes. But the second hand books are all there, whispering to each other about the places they’ve been .. the people’s hands who have turned their pages. The shop is never completely quiet. Not that it’s noisy, because it simply isn’t. It’s just alive. And if you are overwhelmed at the sheer number of books you needn’t waste one bit of energy worrying about it. You simply walk up to Chris and say “I would like to have a book about [please insert subject]” and he’ll say “Oh yes, of course.” and get it. He knows where everything is, and he can probably tell you the books story too …. and by that I don’t mean the storyline, I mean the where and when and why: How that book ended up in his shop. I love visiting Chris and so do my kids. It feels like entering a magical place … there was only one time he didn’t have the specific book I wanted, and within a few days he had found it for me. Incredible. The first time I went he was so genuinely pleased to meet me, and the second time he remembered my name (something I find mind-boggling because I have such a hard time remembering names).

Right. So, suffice to say, if you are in Lunenburg .. or Mahone Bay .. or anywhere in Nova Scotia for that matter, and you like/love books of any sort, a trip to Elizabeth’s Books is ……. well, it isn’t really a suggestion .. not even a recommendation .. it’s quite simply a necessity. You can’t miss it.

The smallest bookstore still contains more ideas of worth than have been presented in the entire history of television. ~Andrew Ross

numerus quattuor: Zee Beeg Exe

… less of a festival, and more of a right of passage, the South Shore Exhibition is something I have heard people talk about since I was a child. I went to Camp Mush-A-Mush for a week each summer, and all the kids from down Lunenburg way all talked about The Big Ex and it sounded so exotic.

Now that I live here it is a yearly tradition for me and my children. The six day event is packed chock full of every kind of country fun you can possibly imagine. Starting with a big street parade on Tuesday (yikes! today!!) at 6pm (hey: and this parade? It gives out free candy .. yahoo! Who (but a like-minded parent) doesn’t want loads of free candy?

But that’s not all. Oh no, that’s not all at all. Live music up the ying yang; barrel races; strong man competition; oxen and horse pulls; steer riding rodeo; oh my heavens there’s even more! There’s the small petting barn; the 4H barn where you can view loads of animals and projects prepared or reared (depending on what you’re looking at) by local kids. [Our eldest daughter, Shani, won first prize last year for a papier mache bowl she made. She's not entering this year, but there are loads of other kids entering their beautiful projects and they're well worth seeing.] But wait! There is still more!!! Dora the Explorer is apparently coming to visit. And there’s still the rides .. oh my, who can forget the rides? All the awesome rides with the game guys trying to get you to spend your money on games which ‘ga-run-tee a winnah every time’. There’s snow cones, popcorn, ice cream, pizza, hotdog & fries, cowboy hats, craft tables .. on and on and on. It’s something unlike any of the big city events you’ve been to, and I politely suggest you stop by and check things out. From our little hostel it is only a 20 minute drive — and if you don’t choose backpacking as a place to lay your head at night (but if you don’t .. why don’t you? Check it out – sleep in total comfort with good people for very little money) there are plenty of other choices for accommodation down here in Mahone Bay and Lunenburg.

Come one, come all .. you’ll have the time of your life …. or at least the time of your visit to Nova Scotia.

nummar tríggir — Pirates Arrrrrr!

So it’s been ages. I had this great blog done all about the most awesome Pirate Festival coming up in Mahone Bay .. and then I had to rush off with the kids and my husband deleted it all! Arrrrgh! So I felt totally dejected and walked away. But I guess I’m an adult, so I’d better just jump back on board here, right?

As I had mentioned in the past, there was once a Wooden Boat Festival in Mahone Bay. Over the past few years it has had a couple changes, first to the Classic Boat Festival, and then to the Pirate Festival & Regatta. I believe I also mentioned how incredibly, undeniably appropriate a pirate festival was for Mahone Bay. Why? Where can I even begin? Legends of pirate treasure abound in this neck of the woods (this leg of the ocean?) .. Oak Island where people still to this day are looking for hidden treasure. A convaluted story starting with an American Privateer ship named The Teazer which was captured by the Brits in 1812, the Captain took an oath to never again bear arms against the King to save his neck (literally) and returned to the US of A .. only to receive another letter of mark in 1813 to recommence his privateering days. (the life of a pirate ♪) She was instantly successful and therefore instantly sought out by the Brits. On her last attempt to flee the Brits she sailed into our little piece of heaven, attempting to use the many islands of Mahone Bay as cover .. alas, it didn’t work and before the ship could be capture the captain caught his ship on fire and the day ended with an incredibly dramatic explosion from all the munitions aboard. Wow. The ship still haunts the harbour, and part of the festival is the reinactment of the Young Teazer’s final journey ……….. although instead of munitions the light fireworks instead, which makes for a very happy ending indeed. Goodness I could go on and on, but let’s just leave it at this: Mahone Bay is, quite simple, The Perfect Setting for a festival involving pirates.

There is so much jam-packed into this weekend, and it is this very weekend. The one coming up. (Ahh! I’m so excited! I love this festival!!) You’ve got to be here. You just do. There are boat races, crafts for kids, pirates all though town (under strict contact NOT to do any pillaging or .. uh .. other things pirates are so famous for). And that’s not all. Mermaids. Does the thought of a mermaid make your imagination start to sing they way it does mine? Mr. Langille, across the road from us, he has mermaids in his pond and my kids often watch him when he goes to feed them. But they’re rather shy mermaids. A real mermaid is coming to the Pirate Festival, and she’s going to make every child’s day. Raina, the mermaid, will be visiting our fine shores, and surely you can’t miss that. I’ve seen the foam on the ocean, which my grandmother (from the Faroe Islands) always told me came from mermaids once they had died. But never have I had a chance to meet a real one. There’s no way anyone can keep me away … surely you won’t stay away either.

Come to Mahone Bay and experience what is perhaps the most awesome festival of the summer … it’s a very close tie between this and the Folk Harbour Festival coming up in August in Lunenburg.

Music makes my heart beat, but pirates & mermaids make it sing …

Idadi Mbili

So, Festivals hey? There are one or two happening here. If I take 25 seconds to think I’ll come up with a dozen or so.

For many, many years Mahone Bay hosted the Wooden Boat Festival. In 2006 they decided to change the name to the Mahone Bay Classic Boat Festival to “better reflect the community’s seacoast heritage”. Finally (finally? We don’t know yet I guess) it changed its name once more, in 2010 to the Mahone Bay Pirate Festival. How fitting! A great idea, I reckon, but I’ll be chatting about that more on another day.

In 2011 Lunenburg picked up where Mahone Bay left off, and they are hosting the Lunenburg Wooden Boat Reunion on 23 & 24 July, 2011. And how remarkably fitting, with three (count them: one, two, three) wooden boats currently being built on the Lunenburg waterfront!

With the Bluenose II rebuild happening in the background, you will have the opportunity to watch traditional sloops and schooners race … to watch the parade of sail … board several of the schooners … meet the skippers … incredible, right? But wait: there’s more!

The Fisheries Museum of the Atlantic is one of the major sponsors of this event (the “key” sponsor, I do believe), and they are turning it from an incredible event to a spectacular one, providing musical entertainment, storytelling, children’s activities, demonstrations by marine artisans of boatbuilding, model making, sail making, wire splicing, casting and rope work … Great Scott! The list just goes on and on! Seriously, there is too much to list without just copying it all word-for-word from their facebook site. So why don’t you just go there and read about it … and while you’re reading about it check out of some of the photos of the awe inspiring wooden boats which will be making an appearance during the Festival. Sweet. Here it is: http://www.facebook.com/LunenburgWoodenBoatReunion?sk=wall#!/LunenburgWoodenBoatReunion?sk=info

Wow. Long name, amazing results (ha! see? that’s a local joke that is … get it? Anyone? Hello?? I know you’re there, I can hear you breathing…)

Anyway, as I’ve said mony’a time before, there is so much here for you to plunge yourself into! I’m not entirely sure why people are being directed elsewhere, I guess because the rest of the province knows once you land your feet here and start looking around you’ll just want to spend your whole time here. So break the mold, why don’t you? Come here first: Your experiences will be unique. Uniquely Nova Scotian. Try it .. you’ll like it.


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Life in Lunenburg & Mahone Bay

So I kind of had an incredible day today, and it made me want to write about what it’s like – living here, in the Lunenburg/Mahone Bay are of Nova Scotia. It’s pumping all summer and quiet enough to hear a pin drop in the winter.

I grew up in Halifax, Nova Scotia, and spent years and years travelling. Living in big cities: London UK and Auckland & Christchurch, New Zealand. Halifax is really the perfect city for me, because I felt so tiny in really big cities. Even after I lived there for years it would still be possible for me to get lost, because there were parts of those cities I hadn’t explored enough to find my way out of without a map. When we moved down to Nova Scotia’s South Shore, everyone told me I was making a mistake: I’d regret it, they said. I wouldn’t last a year and I’d be wanting to move back to the city. I don’t think it’s possible to be more wrong than those people were.

Today I was out pounding the cement in Lunenburg, working on Canada’s Census (a part-time job I have taken on this summer to help with the bills). I was walking through town for about 2 hours, and in those two hours I had so many unique experiences with the wonderful people who live there. I enrolled two of my children in an awesome free course run through the Public Library; I met a lady whose house is decorated with Pufferbellies – a local folkartist who just happens to be my sister. I bumped into old friends, I made new friends. It was a lovely morning.

The other day I had my children at the afternoon swim at the Mahone Bay Pool, and I sat and chatted with the Captain of the Bluenose. Seriously. He was just sitting there relaxing in the sun while his children were swimming. So friendly and unassuming. Famous, and yet just a regular Jo.

I went to the Farmer’s Market last Thursday in Lunenburg and the guy selling apple cider called me over “Trudi! We’ve got more of small jugs of apple cider again – do you still want some?” .. and then as I walked a bit further for some freshly made fishcakes to bring home for supper Anne Shupe, the potter, called me over “Trudi! I have a little gift for your children.” She gave me three little mugs: one for each of my children.

I sometimes get frustrated though: I mean, sometimes in the height of tourist season I have to actually wait at the stop sign and let 4 or 5 cars go by before I can proceed. Seriously! What’s that about! Traffic? We don’t do traffic here. Except, as mentioned, in the busiest part of the summer.

I like that I get a message from my friend in one of the two local grocery stores (there’s Foodland and Save Easy) to let me know if there is a special on for fresh fish. She’ll drop me a line or call me. “Hey Trudi? Fresh haddock tomorrow, and it’s on special. You might want to pop in early before it’s gone.”

I’m a nobody, really. I’m just Trudi Petersen. The youngest of the five Petersen daughters. I travelled and met my husband while travelling in Africa – his family are somebodies, but they are somebodies in New Zealand. Here he is just as unfamous as I am. And we haven’t spent our whole lives here, we Come From Away. And do you know what? It feels like I’m a part of a family. Everywhere I go people know me or know my children. Sometimes I’m called Mrs. Kaboodle; sometimes I’m Mitchell/Jacqui/Shani’s mum; sometimes I’m That Kiwi Bloke’s Wife; at preschool I’m often called Mummy or Teacher Trudi; sometimes I’m That Hostel Woman… but these people here made me someone. I don’t feel like one of a crowd, I feel like I’m my very own person and I’m connected to all of these people.

Living here in Lunenburg and Mahone Bay is what life is all about – what my life is all about. I’m happy here, and I wouldn’t move away for all the tea in China (I’m not much of a tea drinker anyway). It gets quiet in the winter, but there’s only nothing to do if you can’t be bothered to find something. It’s there for you … and in the summer? There’s always something happening somewhere. Always.

This is heaven, this is. You should come see it for yourself. Seriously.

So you fancy those Pacific Islands, do you?

Nova Scotia has many islands worth a visit – too many for me to list all of them: some you need your own boat to get to — others you can get to by ferry (Brier Island); by tour (Henry Island); rent a kayak and paddle there (too many to mention!), drive there over a causeway (Isle Madame and Cape Breton Island) or even walk there at low tide (Micou’s Island).

The South Shore has many islands itself, and so today I thought I’d mention some of them. Some you can visit, some are protected. One of my sisters and her husband go and visit many more of our islands regularly – sometimes by kayak, sometimes by motor boat. If only I could take an excerpt from her brain and instal it here, you’d have more colour and nature and beauty than you could shake a stick at (always one of the weider expressions, in my opinion. I mean – you could shake a stick at any amount couldn’t you? ..weird)

There is, of course, Cross Island which you can see if you stand in Blue Rocks and look out to see. Not too far from shore, there is an old lighthouse there, and a few old cabins still used by locals who spend their time off in the summer there (locals love it so much here in Lunenburg County we don’t go far from home vacation time comes around — okay, there are certainly plenty of people who travel far and wide, but as many or more who stay put).

Sheep, Flat, Southwest & Shut-In Islands are easily kayakable, and some local tour companies actually offer kayaking tours to these islands.

Westhaver Island is actually just around the corner from us. The beach is a walk away (just over 1km) and you can see the island quite clearly from the shore (it’s not the HUGE island with the monstrous house perched atop it, it’s the lovely little one with the lighthouse). Like many of the islands around here, it’s lighthouse was not always automated … and when you see how tiny the island is you’ll find it incredible someone once lived on it. The original lighthouse is now gone, having been destroyed by fire in 1887. A new lighthouse was built, and the lighthouse keeper was moved into the oil storage building where the lighthouse keepers continued to live until 1921 when it became automated. The old wooden structure was finally replaced with steel in 1948 and fibreglass in 1945. While this island is only a stone’s throw from shore (okay, maybe a bit further) you can no longer visit it because it is a tern nesting site. The island needing mentioning, though, because it’s history is kinda cool.

Big Tancook Island is definitely worth a visit as well, and there are ferries from Chester each day to take you there. It has one of the few remaining one room schoolhouses still in operation. It’s not a crowded touristy place – it’s just lovely instead. Hiking & biking trails, lots of birdlife, fossils and geocaching. It’s a unique little island well worth a visit.

If you’re not into sea kayaking to visit islands you can always try rowing or canoeing on a lake! Lake Mush-A-Mush has plenty of islands worth visiting, and the water it crystal clear and soo refreshing!

Come and have a look at our islands: one of the many reasons to come down to the South Shore a stay for more than a day.

Swimming, you say?

Mahone Bay Pool
So I know it: I’ve mentioned a million (okay 3 or 4) of our totally rocking beaches that we have around here. Sandy beaches, castle-building-sand beaches, rocky beaches, beach glass beaches, sand dollar beaches, surfing beaches … we’ve got them all. What I haven’t mentioned, though, is a pool!

It’s true: not everyone always feels like a beach. Sometimes you might feel like swimming somewhere you can be sure there is no seaweed, or hermit crabs, or starfish, or fish, or turtles, or frogs, or anything else that might nibble at your toes or tickle your legs while you swim. And if that’s what you want, we’ve got that too. Both Lunenburg and Mahone Bay have pools, but today I’m going to chat a little bit about the Mahone Bay Pool, as you could probably tell from that photo up top.

The Mahone Bay Pool is perfect. It’s really inexpensive (10 swims for $35, or $4 a day … even cheaper, of course, for those of you who are going to hang around for a long time to purchase a membership – by the week, fortnight, month or season). The water is crystal clear and refreshing. There are shady spots to sit if you don’t want to be in the sun, but lots of sunny spots as well. It’s in a quiet little corner of Mahone Bay so you don’t have traffic noise or lots of people gawking at your jiggly thighs and not-so-freshly-shaven legs in your swimsuit (pardon? Everyone doesn’t have that worry? Sorry, my mistake.)

Anyway, the pool is staffed by the best and friendliest lifeguards around (in my opinion anyway!), and the pool is never so crowded that you can’t escape the more rowdy swimmers, whatever age they might be.

And if, like me, you want to plan a few hours with the pool all to yourself (or yourself and your friends) for an incredibly reasonable price you can rent the pool for two hours with a barbecue to boot, and the fee includes two lifeguards. What more can you ask for, right?

So if you’ve got a hankering for an outdoor swim without the wildlife that sometimes accompanies it, why not head to Mahone Bay Pool. You won’t be sorry.