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
4 festivals, a destination wedding, MTM’s first live show and more concerts than I could count, surrounded by love, friends and family and even more I couldn’t tag here, I can’t be more thankful for 2025 🥂
I think my biggest accomplishment in my 34 years of life is all the solid friendships that I have built along the way.
Thank you to everyone for making this my best birthday yet 🥹❤️ I am one lucky girl.
