FunDay at Fundy Sept 4-5

We woke up in Truro ready to get on the road.  We had some driving ahead to get to Fundy National Park where we hoped to catch the low tide and walk on the ocean floor.   Even with spotty internet almost the entire drive was spent fielding texts and emails corresponding with family, friends and neighbors about the storm.

Today was the day.  Hurricane Dorian left the Bahamas after more than 24 hours battering the islands mercilessly and started its march toward the states.  The forecasters still couldn’t put a box around what to expect and we were still battling with internet signals.  I was in a funk.  We were so far from home, we were counting on far too many people to take care of business at our Charleston house and I was overwhelmed with the whole thing.  It was one of those days that didn’t go that smoothly in our little remote world.  Just sayin’. 

Maintaining enough signal for basic communication, we got to Fundy and found a   We wasted no time and headed for the waterfront.  We tried several ways to get down to the mud flats of the low tide to no avail and finally just walked the main road down. 
campsite.

The experience is somewhat surreal.  I didn’t really understand the whole concept until 3 hours later when the tide had come up but we took a good while to walk all the way out to where the water had already begun its march back to the shore. 

I had expected to find a lot of life or indications   Surprisingly, it was pretty bare.  Some rock born seaweed I later learned was dulce and a lot of rocks were about the only finds.  We were told we had until 3 hours after low to wander and we were getting close.  All the way out at the water’s edge, it was shocking to see the speed it was progressing.
of it out there.

We abandoned the experience and headed back to the site.  Rob had had enough hiking!  With sore feet and a list of projects he was happy to work on, I went out for a solo hike on the Upper Salmon River.  Enjoying the solitude and rich vegetation, I made it all the way to a needed forge across the river – complete with guide line to grab if you “go under”.  Needless to say, good spot to turn around!

Finding myself back near the waterfront, I stood in wonder looking out over a solid mass of water (later learning there was 39’ of it!) over where we had just recently trod!  There were clouds forming over the water and a swift wind carrying the mist to a nearby mountain and creating a thick mound of fluffy cloud mass looking like whipped cream painted on the landscape.  Such a magical world.

We had a night of yet more hurricane correspondence over a fire and a sky threatening a storm.  The news coming from our storm at home had us looking much better than expected on the front side.  With that encouraging word, we pondered the power of this amazing world around us and called it a day.