The Bay of Fundy

Biggest Tide in the world

Before we left Nova Scotia, several had told us about a neat driving towards a provincial park, which would be a nice place to spend the night. Well, everyone says things like, "Its just 20 minutes to this place, or it's only 10 minutes to get to this other place". The reality we have found is quite different. Forty minutes of driving and we still weren't there. It was very dark by now and the stars were bright in the sky. Our twisting and winding road kept snaking it's way across the country side and with no real signs to guide us, Tracey was beginning to feel anxious. We both like to reach our night rest stops well it is still light out to scope the place out a bit. Not to proud to ask for directions, and realizing we are in the friendly province of Nova Scotia, I pull into a farmer house drive way and knock on the door. Making sure that the lights were on first, of course. A nice guy comes to the door and confirms I am heading in the right direction... just a bit more he assures me. I felt if we had of kept the conversation going a bit more he would have offered to put us up in his backyard! Well, we got there and it was too dark for photos and as we had to make an early go of it in the morning, it was straight to bed. Up to early for photos and there you have it. Nothing to show for the trip. lol.  Now on the way out I had noted this little bay just off the road, and so on the way back we pulled in here for breakfast. The tide had pulled out and left the boats 40ft down on the mud. It was shocking to see and as we were making breakfast, up from below climbs a fisherman. Apparently living on his boat. We talk and exchange some stories. He is a rough fellow with hands that are cracked and leathery with years of hard work and salt air. His smile is broken with missing teeth but his spirit is not broken. Smiling and pleased to see us and the Olive he is quick to share his blueberries, that he seems to have in abundance as he hands over a large grocery bag full. Now we had our fill with blueberries and not the room in the fridge to keep them. There was however, another VW owner who had pulled in to see our bus and share a tale or two about our mutual passion. He was glad to have the berries, and was thinking about how his wife was going to use them in their tasty breakfast.