Entering Cape Breton Island feels less like a drive and more like a crossing. The hills rise gently, the road curves closer and closer to the water, and suddenly the ocean is right there — vast, breathing, impossible to ignore. It’s intoxicating in the quietest way. The kind of place that makes you slow down without realizing you have.
We began our trip at Cabot Shores, right along the edge of the Cabot Trail. Cozy cabins and soft-lit domes tucked into the landscape, but it was the view that held us. Even with just one night, Aleyah and I leaned into it — long pauses, salt air, the stillness that only happens when land meets water.
We heard there was a moose reserve nearby. We looked. We hoped. We came up empty.
Some things, I guess, are meant to remain a little wild.
A Weekend In Cape Breton (🔗 in bio)
By @misghosts
Photos by @aleyahs
#CapeBreton #CabotTrail #NovaScotia #HereAndThereSeries #SlowTravel
I’m a goof and drafted this post a dozen times on NYE, but some things are better short n’ sweet. I’ll simply say how grateful I am for the people who make my life brighter. Whether we’ve spent time together or just stayed connected through a text, it’s meant the world to me.
I’m especially thankful for those who respect my independence and support my choices with care instead of control. Here’s to friends who encourage growth and choose happiness for one another in 2026. 🫶🏻
