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Called On Account Of The Rain . . .

Joe, our mechanic, called a little after 8am to tell us that, due to the heavy rains and flooding that are forecast for the next few days due to incoming Tropical Storm Nicholas, he’s shutting down his shop until Wednesday. He said he’ll lock our Jeep in a bay and put it up on a lift just in case.

In the meantime, Smokey the Truck is still running fine, so it should be no problem to keep using it until then.

So for right now, Jan and I are just going to hunker down and wait out the storm. But so far it doesn’t seem to be as bad as they had been forecasting.

Since not much else happened today, I thought I’d repost where we were 12 years ago today.

September 13, 2009

Where else can you walk on the ocean floor…

Today is our last full day in Canada for a while, and is also our day to visit the Bay of Fundy area.

The Bay of Fundy is home to the highest tidal changes in the world. In a 6 hour period the water level can change 30-50 feet depending on the phase of the moon.

But first we decided to try a place we’d heard about here in Canada called Cora. Cora is a type of restaurant that seems very popular here in Canada. It is only open for breakfast and lunch. It closes at 3 pm every day.

And it was fantastic. The food is delicious, and every menu item is a work of art. Hopefully we’ll be able to eat here for breakfast tomorrow before we leave.

Cora Restaurant

After breakfast, we made the 30 mile trip south to the Hopewell Rock area of the Bay of Fundy. On the way, we drove along the Chocolate River, which seems very aptly named.

As it was low tide and this river connects with the Bay of Fundy, it was basically a chocolate-colored mud flat.

Chocolate River Low

And here is what it looked like coming back home.

Chocolate River High

We arrived at Hopewell Rocks about 1 pm, a little before the full low tide point at 1:41 pm. The trail down to the Rocks is about 3/4 mile though the forest. Getting there, here is what we saw.

Hopewell Rocks Low

Then we walked down the 125 steps to the ocean floor.

Jan At Rock

Jan on Bottom

By the time high tide occurs, the water level will be to the top of the narrow sections of the rocks above.

There are a number of warning signs in the area.

Fundy Warning Sign

Fundy Warning Sign 2

Apparently people are often caught on the ocean floor when the tide comes in.  Someone said that someone drowned here a couple of weeks ago.

Because it would be a little over 6 hours until high tide, we drove further down the coast along the Bay of Fundy. On the way we passed a couple of number of scenic views, including a couple of 100-year-old covered bridges, one of which is still in use.

1905 Coverd Bridge

Covered Bridge

As we neared the Bay of Fundy National Park, we came across these scenic areas. The first is a view of a cliffside shrouded in the fog that had settled in as the day progressed.

Fundy Bluffs

Nearby was a boat dock that shows the problem of mooring boats in an area where the water level varies 30-50 feet twice a day.

Fundy Boats

Finally we headed back up the coast to Hopewell Rocks to see the results of the tide coming in.

Hopewell Rocks High

Unfortunately we weren’t able to stay for the full high tide because it would occur after dark, and there is no lighting at the Rocks, or on the 3/4 mile walk through the woods to the parking area.

The only downside to our visit was the fact that as the sun went down, the mosquitos came out…with a vengeance. You’d think they hadn’t eaten in a year, but they certainly made up for it that night.

We stayed as late as we could. In fact it was downright dark by the time we made it back to the toad.

I’d always heard of the tides at the Bay of Fundy and it was neat to be able to see them for ourselves.

But, maybe the best thing about our Bay of Fundy trip is that Jan finally got to see a Canadian moose!

Jan And Moose

Tomorrow we head back to the good ole USA.


Thought For The Day:

I’d rather have questions that can’t be answered, than answers that can’t be questioned.
— Richard Feynman

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