The Cabot Trail


Merry meet all,

There is a Pleasant Bay group on Facebook. In one of the aged black and white photos is a picture of someone wearing a flour sack for clothing. I just bought a small bag of flour from the grocery store yesterday. The bag was made of a type of cardboard. Look how things have changed. We have come so far and we take it fro granted. 

The photo above shows the Cabot Trail back in the early days. The Cabot Trail was an important link to the outside world. The Cabot Trail was developed in the 30s and 40s. People needed to drive slow then to get through the trail. Today the Cabot Trail is done. It is easier to drive through Kelly’s Mountain and French mountain. The road is paved but still risky. You have to dare huge boulders that could crush your car, end up in an accident and fall over the cliff, plunging to your death below or brave a moose on the road. When you see a moose, you stop the car. That is how we do it in Pleasant Bay. I have traveled over that road a million times. The ice on the boulders of the mountain are actually a beautiful sight to behold. I have spotted rabbits and moose. I identify moose at night by their regal stature and red eyes. They step over the guard rail like it is not even there. They truly are a beautiful sight to behold. 

People used to drive Model T Ford cars through the Cabot Trail. The highway has a huge bog and tons of trees on either side. Lots of trees. But for all that the trail is highway and a ton of trees, the beauty there takes some beating. 


This is the road now. There are no Model T Fords now but the trail does offer some spectacular sightings such as this one:

Blessings, Lady Spiderwitch 


Faery Woods


Merry meet all,

Pleasant Bay is so beautiful and magickal in the woods. The woods there are so ancient and so full of light and so aged, you would think Ents may feel right at home. In the summer, I see sparkling dancing balls of light and I know they are the faeries. It makes sense faeries would dwell there. 

Look hard at the above photo of the trees there and see if you spot any faeries. I love that spot. Don’t be fooled though. The earth there is soft and one wrong step, you could fall 300 feet to your death to the rocks below. But don’t worry. 

The view from the cliffs is stunning. The Gulf of St. Lawrence  opens into the Atlantic Ocean. I have seen blue lightning flash over the ocean, watched whales splash in the ocean, and eagles soar over the ocean- and seen a school of mackerel on the ocean surface. That’s not something you see every day. The fishermen get their catch and donate a bit of their catch to the local hall where we all gather and hold a crab fest. The lobster is awesome too. 

Pleasant Bay is a pristine wilderness. The air hums with buzzing bees and the air smells of spruce trees, sea salt, and wild roses all at the same time. That takes some beating. Hawks circle the skies above my sister’s free range chickens. It is paradise. There are faeries, because once I accompanied my ex-friend Geoffrey to a spot in the woods where he was painting. I felt an invisible tug on my hand. I was led to a clearing where I saw some birds. (I know I have faeries in my garden in Halifax, too.)  So I believe that faeries exist. You are never too old to believe in them. 

Owls, bats, bobcats, moose, foxes, deer and coyotes, bears and eagles roam wild in Pleasant Bay. If you visit, I highly encourage you to respect the wildflife. There is no hunting. Go for the chance to view nature in her glory. 

You can go kayaking, hiking, and stroll by the ocean shore there. There are many lookoffs points and the panoramic view is nothing short of beautiful. Hike the rugged mountains and hunt for seashells. Watch out for the jellyfish! and the poison ivy, and the dreaded mosquitoes and black flies. 

Leave an offering for the faeries. Or your keys may go missing. Unless you decide to stay a little longer. Enjoy the video!!

Blessings, Lady Spiderwitch )O(

Wild Trees


Merry meet all,

I see a gorgeous birch tree trunk outside my window. The tree trunk arches gracefully toward the blue sky. The bark is torn in patches and peeling. The tree shelters birds and various insects. This tree weathered many storms. Chickadees and woodpeckers visit the tree and cats climb it. The white and grey bark is beautiful and aged. I love this tree. It is a symbol of endurance, strength and beauty. The bare branches arch above the trunk, shivering in the harsh cold wind. They resemble twigs more than branches. Spring is not far away and soon new growth will crown the tree. The photos are from Pleasant Bay. 

I find something creepy about trees when night casts its cloak over the city. If I walk alone at night, as I walk past the Bengal Lancers horse stables, the new high school and the museum, I pass a row of intimidating trees at night and they look much different than under the harsh sun’s eye.  I feel almost watched by the trees. Their bare appearance gives them an sinister look. I purposely walk fast down that long street past those bare trees. No leaf or bud on the branches. But in the summer. the trees at night look normal. 

In Pleasant Bay, there is an area of trees and in that area, is some seriously creepy energy. Pleasant Bay is an ancient place. For those who are sensitive to energies, you can feel it in your bones. It almost makes me think of the Mirkwood from The Hobbit. 

I have walked there many times and know the trees. The spruce trees grow plentifully there. The branches are like barbs. The scent is heaven. The trees grow thick and are very old. Some tree trunks have fallen and make walking difficult. I actually photographed an orb. Moose visit the trees and eat the bark and leave their dung on the ground. Pinecones and pine needles litter the forest floor. Squirrels chatter, breaking the silence.The air is clear and this is the magic of a pristine forest.



I feel the energy when I sit there. Birds make the tangled dead brush their home and nest. The ecosystem there is undisturbed and is in holistic balance. Everything helps everything grow in this sacred area. The creepy energy doesn’t scare me but it is present. I feel the age of that place. And for all that it seems odd to some people, I feel right at home too. All right, I wasn’t too happy about the dead headless squirrel but it must have been eaten by a fox, bobcat, hawk or crow. 

I sat on  a dead fallen log and just sat there for a long time. I heard the boughs creak and sounds of very much alive squirrels. They are very competitive with birds for seeds. I love nature when it is unsettling and peaceful, cruel and loving. A person is at the mercy of nature’s elements there. You have to work with the land, not against it. I’ve seen the Northern Lights, whales up close when I was on a whale cruise, when the ice on the road forces us indoors and off the roads, been ten feet from a full grown moose, and gone on a four-hour mountain hike with friends at Fishing Cove. Bears roam freely, as do moose, and bobcats and coyotes. I have lived  among them and never been hurt. I keep a distance but stilll. When you are very very very far from a hospital, it makes sense to Respect the Wildlife. 

Since Imbolc is near, I hope you take the time to appreciate the wildness of nature while we still have it. 

Blessed be, Lady Spiderwitch )O(


Memories of winter visits


Merry meet all,

Winter is upon us. It must be freezing in Pleasant Bay. I recall a time I visited it and my family stayed in a chalet. Well you want to talk cold weather? Let me tell you about it. 

It was so cold when we arrived at night that we had to put sheets on the large windows to contain the heat. We wore mitts as we unpacked. After turning on the lights and the kettle, we settled down  for a well-earned rest. It is 450 km s to the beautiful small fishing village. We started a fire in the wood stove. The room slowly warmed up. When I stayed in the other house, my lips were blue in the morning and that was in April! 

But if you have a hardy spirit and breeding, you should do just fine. Imagine being in the Shire and that sums up Pleasant Bay. There are fun things to do there in the winter such as skiing, snowshoeing ( I tried it once and was in too much snow and panicked), hiking, watching the wildlife, painting, or just meditating and observing the beauteous bounty of nature. You can catch up on sleep and for once be able to hear yourself think. How precious is that? 

The rabbits grow in their white fur to camouflage from predators in the snow. The seals give birth on the pack ice. The moose feast on wood bark in the woods. The spruce trees are home to hibernating squirrels and eagles swoop over the ocean, hunting for fish. The wild brush looks more gorgeous in the winter and animal tracks are everywhere. I often see more moose dung than I do of the moose. They are elusive beasts. 

People become scarce in the winter. The locals hide in their hobbit holes as smoke drifts from the chimneys and lights glow in the windows. That is the only sign that anyone is home. Winter is harsh in Pleasant Bay. It is the heart of the wild wood. If you can’t take the isolation, don’t visit. It is where I grew up. You are at the mercy of nature’s elements. The snowplow doesn’t come often to the town to rescue people from mountains of snow. Isolation is a reality in the winter. 

For all that, it is still a magnificent place. My grandfather ran a farm without electricity in the 1920s. See how much we take for granted these days? It does get cold. It does get lonely. But it is so amazing. Pleasant Bay can take your  heart without you being aware of it. 

I miss the smell of wood smoke from the woodstove. The sound of the kettle rattling on the wood stove, and woodpeckers pecking on the house outside. I hope to be back there soon. Till then, be well. 

Blessed Be, Lady Spiderwitch )O(

In memory


CIMG1881Merry meet all,

I announce with some sadness that the president of the HWA, or the Horror Writers Association, has passed. He seems to be missed by many and remembered well. I never knew him but since this blog is about the paranormal and I am a member of the Horror Writers Association, it deserves mentioning here. Last night, I read the entirety of the Horror Writers Association newsletter which focused mostly on Rocky Wood. It is understandable. He made great stride in helping this genre remain afloat alongside the more common genres of fiction. We owe him a lot.


Blessed Be, Lady Spiderwitch )O(

The Birthday of a Giant- Tolkien


Merry meet all,

Yesterday, January 3 marked the birthday of a literary giant- Tolkien. I am an avid Tolkien fan. Naturally, I had to post this here. I love his books The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings trilogy. There is no other fantasy story that can compare to it. None. He has never been beaten. So celebrate with some elf bread and hobbit ale!!!

I wish I lived in Middle-Earth. I would just have to get real good at slaying orcs, battle dragons, and be able to combat whatever other dangers lurked out there. I think though, that I will curl up in my hobbit hole, sip coffee, and work on my own literary masterpiece here. I am not trying to be Tolkien but if he doesn’t inspire you to work harder at a passion, what will? I LOVE the movies too. I think the movies more than just did the stories justice. Thanks to the movies, I can now more easily picture everything the way it would have been. I love the movies so much. I have seen them a million times. I have to reread The Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings and the Silmarillion. I have a beautiful small book of the poetry from the Lord of the Rings. It is beautifully illustrated by Alan Lee. I also own a hardcover copy of The Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings. I have to reread them now. I have lots of time. 

The ending to the third and final Hobbit movie shocked me. While I found most of the movie to be violent and scary and fast, the ending was slow and well-done. I had to reread the ending in the book which was close to how it happened in the movie but I cried. I cried because Thorin Oakenshield sacrificed himself to kill the Azog. Bad Azog!! lol

So let us take a moment to acknowledge the gift left by Tolkien and the movies too. Hmm I think I’d like to take a Gaelic-speaking course now. Tolkien was a linguist.!! I know a little Gaelic but it would be cool to learn more. I am sure by now you can all tell I am a huge fan. If I had my choice of a place to live in Middle-Earth, it would be the Shire followed by Rivendell. 

Blessings, Lady Spiderwitch )O(