The Sweet and Sour of Departing Fall River, Nova Scotia

Departing from Fall River, Nova Scotia was both sweet as we were excited about our next leg of the trip and sour, as we were departing the fun we were having with our friends.

The original plan was to drive to Cape Breton and drive the rugged coastline on the Cabot Trail, staying in a cottage then hopping the ferry to Prince Edward Island. After talking to our friends we realized there would have to be 1-day where we just drive like 10-to-12 hours to reach Quebec City and/or Montreal in order to make our Saturday Sept 16th flight.

This plan drastically changed. We scratched Cape Breton, as we’d want to do some hiking and neither of us was were prepared for that as we had no gear or boots with us.

Then we decided on a half-day trip to Anapolis Valley, the wine country of Nova Scotia, then this too ended up scratched as the wife said we’d either have to ship all the purchased wines or we’d have to leave a bunch of clothes behind and we’d lose a day because we’d both be sipping wines all day long.

We then decided to drive out of Fall River heading north to Jost Vineyard on the Northumberland Straight coast, near a town called Pugwash. Instead of taking the highway we opted for a secondary road of twists, turns and dirt which lead us through beautiful country side.

Outside of Port Howe, we spotted Chase’s Lobster and decided to stop. As I pulled open the door, and began stepping inside, the potent scent of lobster smacked me straight in the nostrils. How did someone work here? I thought to myself. Then I purused the live lobster selects of various weights the iced tails and tubs of meat. Eventually, I opted for a one-pound tub of fresh lobster meat soaking in water.

Back in the car we drove up the roadway another fifteen or so minutes until I spotted a seaside park. Pulling in there wad only one car in the parking lot and I drove as far away from it as possible.

Out of the car we went with our picinic basket of crackers, assorted cheeses, beef jerky, snap peas, carrots and the tub of lobster meat.

After we devoured half the tub of meat and most of our picinic items, we packed up our trash, used their facilities and dumped our SUV garbage. Back onto the roadway we went in search of Jost Vineyard.

  • Jost, is pronounced with a “Y” for Yost

After thirty-seven minutes, we made it to the secluded seaside coast and found the winery which we’d been searching for.

Upon entering we took a look around then made our way to the tasting bar. Our tasting host began rattling off facts about the original owners and that they had come from Germany. After twelve or so, years of successful wine making the family sold the vineyard to begin a crafylt brewery in Tatamagouche, called Tatamagouche Brewery. “Now thats ironic, as we were just there and I bought their small sample pack!” I said.

The new owners are inspiring to make the winery bigger and added a larger budget to marketing their wines. Plus they have two sister wineries in the Anapolis Valley as well as growing orchards in southern Ontario.

For tasting each guest at Jost is provided with three 2-ounce samples of wine. And if you are there with someone else you could try up to 6-wines by sharing your tastings. We opted for the six pack. Although the wife did all the drinking and I did all the swishing and spitting.

During our tasting we began explaining our wine accomplishments, what we like and dislike about certain wines and what characteristics ee enjoy about their quality, taste, boquette, and colour.

Due to our willingness to share infirmation and just chat up our host she offered us additional samples such as a light merlot called Marble Mountain to which it was designed to be chilled and served cold. And she provided a couple of Roses’ because I blatanly dislike everything about a Rose and she thought one of theirs might change my distaste for Rose.

She offered up a Jost Selkie Frizzante which is just the right touch of carbonation to make this rose, fizzy and tingle on the tongue while its soft petals dance on top of your taste buds. Just to ensure that I actually enjoyed the taste, I went in for a second sip, twist, swish over the buds before spitting it out and exclaiming “its one of my favouroites.” Then described its subtle array of characteristics which made me smile.

After the nine tastings, we decided on three of their wines. One which would be drunk durinhlg our trip and the other two would return home with us. We decided on the Great Big Friggin’ Red (a celebatory wine for BBQ’s and Canada 150), the Pinot Grigio with a soft floral dry wine and the Marble Mountain.

Bottles in hand, we placed them startegically in the trunk and departed the vineyard. Our next stop would be Charlottetown, PEI but first we needed to find our way to the 12.5-kilometre (10 mile) long Confederation Bridge which connected New Brunswick to Prince Edward Island.