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| High Tide |
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| Bay of Fundy |
Although we still have sights
to see in Nova Scotia by the end of this day we will have begun to position
ourselves for the trip west and home.
As we drive, the colors seem
faded, green fields are replaced by brown, the sky is a little hazy, not so
bright and blue. Are we being gently disconnected? Is it time to go?
We haven’t seen and done it “all”,
not by a long shot. But what we have experienced has made an impact and we’re
very glad we’ve come.
As we drive towards Hopewell
Rocks, in New Brunswick, we notice the inlets and streams we pass have the
water sucked right out of them, exposing red mud and rock. We are nearing the
Bay of Fundy where the highest tides in the world are recorded. When the tide
is receding, red mud flats are revealed far from the Bay.
Hopewell Rocks is a natural
wonder created over time by tidal erosion. The sandstone towers are topped by
trees and stand 40 to 70 feet tall. The tides here are famous. 100 billion tons of water
moves in and out of the Bay twice every 24 hours. The constant movement of
water over the mud flats mixes the silt with the water resulting in what is
known as “the chocolate river”. We are here at high tide, so we are unable to
walk the ocean floor. Instead we admire the formations from the viewing
platform.
Hopewell Rocks is our last “official”
stop in Canada. We will buy gas (one last time at exorbitant prices), and drive
into Maine.
Leaving the gas station with
little room to maneuver we split a trailer tire on a concrete ledge. A cool
Canadian leads us to a tire center where we spend an hour being treated kindly
and fairly (price-wise) while our self-inflicted flat tire is restored to
health.
We cross the border after the
guard on duty inspects the inside of the trailer looking “for people” under the
bed and in the closets. Never mind the fruits and vegetables.
We are officially back in the
USA.
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