Wednesday, September 19, 2012

More on Fundy ...

It's now been over two weeks since my little adventure exploring the Bay of Fundy.  I am enjoying going back through the photos to see what remains to be shared with you.

After staying at Five Islands Provincial Park for two nights I tootled a mere 60 km down the road to spend the next night at a The Old Shipyard Campground.  The camp sites were close together with absolutely NO privacy, but my site was right on The Bay of Fundy.

When we arrived the tide was in and the water a mere 50 feet from our site. 

What a lovely spot to have a cup of tea and watch
the sun go down.

When low tide came, Wendy and I explored what was left behind after the water went away.

The pilings from this old dock are the starting point of the biggest mystery in maritime history.

That's our campground in the background.
The brigantine merchant ship Amazon was built and launched here in May of 1861.  After running aground in 1867, it was salvaged and sold to American owners who rebuilt-it and re-launched it from New York, under at new name in 1872.  In December of that same year, the ship was found floating, abandoned in the Atlantic.  There was a six-month supply of food on board.  The vessel was in perfect shape and the weather was calm.  Her cargo was untouched, and meals and possessions had been left as if the occupants had just stepped away for a moment.   One lifeboat was missing.  The fate of the seven souls who'd been aboard The Mary Celeste remains a mystery such that her name is known to this very day.

And now for something completely different.

What is growing in this field,

that these machines are harvesting ?

Blueberries !

Never seen so many blueberry fields in my life !   To be honest, I'd never actually seen a blueberry field before.

As I drove, the weather got wetter.  By the time I got to Cape Chignecto it was beginning to rain in earnest.  I'm really interested in geology and the road I'd been driving along straddled the fault line where 390 million years ago, two small continental fragments collided.  A sign informed me that the fault line was actually visible as a massive "crack" on the beach.  I HAD to go see the fault line.

I wanted to stand with one foot on African soil and the other on European soil, at the same time.  So I searched the beach.  

The rain was pouring down.  It was a drenching, wind-driven rain.  My slicker was too short, so I was  soaked from the knees down.  My jeans were so heavy with water that I had to clutch at them like some baggy-pants teenager to keep them from falling down.  And still I searched the beach.  

Wendy (bless her) plodded along ahead of me, occasionally veering off and trying to lead me back to the car.

We didn't find the fault.  We learned later that sometimes it's covered by sand.

Before getting back into the car for our trip home, Wendy and I hit the bathroom, where I changed into dry clothes and she got towelled off.  Back on the road, she snuggled down in the blankets of my car-bed and snoozed until we got back home.

Gaelic sign at Five Islands Provincial Park.

Never fear.  I will come again.


  1. I just love the photo of your spot for a cup of tea. How lovely to sit and breathe deeply. I'll take a coffee if that's alright ;-)
    I have such a picture in my head of you in your soaking wet jeans! You are an intrepid one.

    1. Oh Karma, it was so peaceful that evening. The Bay was like glass and yet the next morning it was windy, rough and wet.

      Intrepid ... that's a nice word for it.

  2. Hey, Karma stole my answer! I want to have a cup of tea with you (if Karma is with us we could have coffee and tea and then I wouldn't be able to decide which except I would pick the tea because you would be the hostess.) Will keep stealing Karma's answer. Yep, you're intrepid.

    1. Coffee and tea and good conversation. Meet you there.

  3. I think it would be marvelous to see the fault line.Another great adventure for you even if you did get drenched.

    1. Oh Bonnie, I want to go back ... I just loved it there.

  4. Lack of privacy while car camping. That's a bit of a dilemma, isn't it? I guess privacy on a beach is sort of an oxymoron. So, do you have window shades or anything like that for your car? I must admit that a private parking place is high on my list when I'm car camping solo.

    1. Privacy ... hmmm. I sometimes drape towels artistically from the windows ... but at night it's dark and really what is there to see ? Me and Wendy and a lot of blankets. lol


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