Our next stop in Nova Scotia was the little town of Walton, a place Christiane and I stopped at last time we were in the area.  Acadians lived in this village before they were expelled by the British who feared they might be traitorous because they refused to swear allegiance to the British crown. The Acadians called the place Petite Riviere after a small river in the area. The British changed the name to Walton, after a local large land owner called James Walton.

There was a lot of ship building done in the region but it had no lighthouse, despite much begging for one by the locals, until after Confederation, when the new Canadian government went on a spree of lighthouse building to accommodate the shipping industry. After the shipping industry declined in the area it was no longer worthy of the maintenance of a lighthouse, but it has earned a heritage landmark by Nova Scotia.

When we were there, an “R.V. Adventure Club” was having a photo op. From our perspective there were too many adventurers because their RVs blocked our view until a female RCMP officer arrived. Interestingly, all she wanted was her photo taken in uniform in front of her official car and the lighthouse. What kind of adventures do old RV’ers have? Actually, travelling is always and adventure and your are never sure what the next one will be.

Everybody likes lighthouses and who can blame them?