I continued riding and arrived at Peggy’s Cove. The lighthouse was a spectacle that you could see from a distance. It became more impressive as I got closer. The coastline was rugged and the cove & lighthouse was representative of Nova Scotia so far. It’s the picture that makes a postcard. It was authentic and beautiful. The wind and waves crashing on the rocks added to the excitement of being there. People were climbing across the large plateau of barrier rocks around the lighthouse to get closer to the sea. Warning signs were posted, but that didn’t deter anyone. The sea was relatively calm, and the footing was easy. Another feeling of having “arrived” washed over me. It’s more than a sense of accomplishment. It’s a feeling of being where you’re supposed to be at a given point in time.