Sunday was my first wedding anniversary. After waking up to the realization I really may be an adult now, my wife and I had an incredible breakfast at a swanky downtown restaurant (name witheld to avoid the image being one of those consumerist trendsetter types). Following that, we took the ferry to Alderney Landing and then the #60 to Fisherman's Wharf in Eastern Passage, where we then hopped on a charter run by Captain Tilly who took us to McNab's Island for the night. We hiked, we saw old forts, older homes and some absolutely wicked views of Halifax, Dartmouth, Eastern Passage and Purcell's Cove. Upon setting camp on the Searchlight embankment on the southwest side of McNab's (kudos to the former campers who left an excellent site), we watched yachts and container ships float by while the sun set on a gorgeous Sunday evening. It was fucking incredible and affordable for students like us.
I'm known to rag on about the deficiencies of HRM, but at that particular moment, I could do nothing but exclaim my pride for a town that has a beautiful provincial park sitting in its harbour. If only we could motivate our politicians to maintain not only the trails of McNab's, but the many old estates and gardens and forts and cemetaries there, which are literally rotting away. If you're looking for something to do on a Sunday afternoon, call Capt. Tilly, catch a ride and take a stroll through McNab's. When you get home, call your MP, MLA and councillor, and ask why we're leaving McNab's to wither on the vine.
By Michael Steele