Mom to a special needs young adult son and one college student. Living a gluten free life and surviving. Married over 30 years...to the same person. Working very hard to be listed as a survivor of breast cancer (dx 10/09). Possessing conservative values in a growing liberal society. Life continues to be interesting.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Day 5 Sittin' at the Top of the Bay...
Today was dedicated to tide watching. New Brunswick borders
the Bay of Fundy, home of the highest tides in the world. The town we stayed
in, Moncton, is on a river at the very head of the bay so this morning as we
headed out we could see how high (and low) the tide was as it changes the river
height even some 30 miles from the bay.
Nearly high tide. At low tide you can play under the rock.
We drove south to Hopewell Rock which is where all the
advertising pictures for the Bay are shot. We were worried we wouldn’t be able
to see much as it was just about high tide but because today wasn’t a ‘high’
high tide (only 36 feet instead of the possible 45) we were still able to get
down to the water’s edge. Looking at how the incessant water erodes the rocky
cliffs is pretty impressive. It was fun to stop there and you should go. BUT…
As we headed further south we decided to stop and see the
lighthouse at Cape Enrage. It was well off the beaten path up the hills, around
the mountain and through the woods. We
got to the pretty bay and almost stopped thinking we’d spent enough time but
decided to head around one more corner hoping for the lighthouse. We found Cape
Enrage. Lucky for us. The view was absolutely amazing, we could see from high
the water racing out for low tide. When we drove up to the pay station we were
told that today was a special day. No charge. The Premiere was coming to visit.
They welcomed us as if we were part of the party. We got out of the car and one
gal grabbed the camera so we could have our picture, a few minutes later
another one did the same…a different shot of the lighthouse. They were all in a
very celebratory mood. They had a new Zip Line set up and apparently the
Premiere was planning to ride it. Bob and Rebecca, thinking they were also dignitaries,
wanted to ride it too. I really couldn’t believe when they came out all set to
race across the sky, tethered only to a thin, thin wire. (I asked Bob if he
told them his true weight…for heaven sakes…) Off they bravely went and soon
zipped out of the trees over to the lighthouse. They said they had fun. Matthew
and I had fun watching them.
Videos are on the blog
We decided not to wait for the Premiere though it would have
been fun to meet him…or her… Our lack of Canadian knowledge is becoming
The next stop was at Saint John which apparently is the only
city on the bay. We got there just in time to watch the tide rushing back in
pushing up against the river. The whirlpools looked so strong. It was a major
battle between the river and the ocean. Back and forth as they win for a few
minutes then give way and then back again.
Sad to report we haven’t seen one moose. Berries are just
starting to grow. Bob asked a kid who was eating his lunch and had a big bowl
of beautiful raspberries if he had just picked them. The kid was compelled to
tell the truth, that he had bought them at Costco.
Our last stop for the day was at the beautiful little
coastal town of St. Andrews. Our hotel was on the bay and we thoroughly enjoyed
sitting on the little balcony watching the tide roll in and out. This town is
at the mouth of the Bay of Funday. It also experienced similar high tides but
without the force and current we saw to the north. It was interesting that the
sail boats anchored in the harbor all tilted as the keels touched bottom during
low tide. Bob and I sat outside in the morning drinking our coffee thinking
this was a pretty much perfect way to relax.
St. Andrews with tide heading out.
We did come to one interesting conclusion though. People
along our route kept mentioning that St. Andrew’s was a resort town. I’m kind
of thinking ‘resort town’ in Canadian means, lots of ice cream and fudge stores
but little else. There weren’t even any restaurants open for breakfast on
Sunday morning. I know all this because our reservation was supposed to include
breakfast. When we asked about it the staff said they offered donuts with the
coffee. Breakfast might start next week, they said. As you can guess, no gluten
free donuts for Matthew meant no donuts for any. Good thing I packed those
Tomorrow Down East in Maine and back to civilization.