Our Final "Boring" Day

Sunday, July 2

Damp and drippy, but serious rain seems to be over. Our Nova Scotia adventure is also over and we’re heading back to New Brunswick. The campground is huge, with lots of well entrenched seasonal rigs. Very nice pool (though we haven’t put swimsuits on since the hot tub in Tucson back in February). We set up, grab some leftovers for lunch, and hop in the M3 for a drive to Hopewell Rocks (also known as Flower Pot Rocks), another tidal boring viewing spot where the Chocolate River flows into the Bay of Fundy. It’s a mile walk down (FitBit is happy), and then you meander wherever. I’m wearing my trusty Crocs and decide I’d like to put my toes in the Bay of Fundy. I hadn’t gone more than half a dozen steps toward the lapping water when my feet were sucked into the mud. Not quicksand-panic sucked, but an abrupt realization that there’s no way I’m gonna make it through 50 more feet of this w/o becoming a mud-spattered mess. I retrieve a shoe from the muck and cautiously work my way back to Greg. There is no sand here whatsoever, just sucky mud and not-so-sucky mud. (Fortunately, I know there’s also a rinse station on the road back up. By the time we reach the top again, my indiscretion is undetectable.) We spend a few minutes in the Visitor’s Center/gift shop, then drive back to Moncton.

View from the trail.

Not a great shot (but now I see that this might
have been a much better place to dip my toes).

In the pic to the left, the dark rock shows the level of the last high tide. Depending on season, that level can vary several feet.

Seaweed, barnacles...? (It''s not just mud!)

Mucky Me

In Moncton, we hang out at Woody’s until the bore comes through. Onion rings are my weakness, and these were excellent. I’d taken enough pics of the bore (it wasn’t super impressive here), so I focused on trying to create an artsy shot of the layers of color/texture in front of me. Nearest to farthest: rope, grass, boardwalk, railing, river bed, mud bank, green fields, wooded hills, sky, clouds. After supper I strolled through the campground, listening for awhile to an ad hoc concert by 3 retirees playing their guitars, one of them mic'd and singing - all on the deck added attached to their RV. Wonderful. The sunset wasn't bad either.