After finding no other access, it became clear that the 'Authorized Vehicles' must include random tourists and local campers! For the night, we found a great, isolated beach on Cape George, that even came with a pile of firewood ;-).
It was hot, so a swim was in order in huge salty Bras d'Or Lake.
In the morning, when the waves had calmed down, I found this tiny starfish.
Disturbingly, I also found this broken beer bottle sitting upright in the water (hidden by waves the previous night), right where I had been wading.
Weather was warm the next day, so I was back in the water, and contemplating spending another night there. That was when a friendly Conservation Officer arrived to advise me that this was a 'no camping area'! He agreed that the only signs at the entrance were a 'Pack in, Pack out', and a No Dumping sign, giving no indication about the camping legality. I guess any signs they do post are torn down regularly. So we had to move on and head up island, heading for the famed Cabot Trail.
After a night in a non-descript spot along the North River, we continued on into the Cape Breton Highlands National Park. The road north goes into and out of the park several times, but there are good signs indicating the boundaries at least.
Ingonish Beach had good info posted on the weather, beach, and covid precautions.
Always lots of prominent churches in this area.
Some of the signs have Gaelic versions as well ...
Sometimes you just have to yawn on this blog!
Even though the temperatures were around 27C, I kept an eye out for blowing snow as directed.
More Cape Breton stuff on the way ...