Bay of Fundy 2

Continuation of the Canada Chronicles
August 2018

Waking up in St. Martins, we got our first glimpse of the Bay of Fundy from our own private--don't go too close to the edge!--cliff.  I couldn't get enough of the view but the truly unique thing about the Bay of Fundy was something we wouldn't have known just looking at it in that moment.  It is home to the highest tides in the world meaning that the changes between low and high tide are dramatic.  To appreciate the difference, it is important to see the same place at both high and low tides.
As we drove to the caves, a highlight of St. Martins, we passed a dock where three boats were tied up, not one of which was in the water.  In fact, there was no water at all in the little cove.  We guessed that the water would come in later and we saw that afternoon that we were correct.  The boats could now float but if they left, they would have to be very careful to honor curfew lest they be stuck away during low tide!
The caves were impressive.  It was low tide when we arrived and there was an entire expanse of rocky beach between the parking lot and the edge of the water with all kinds of washed up treasure.  We were able to explore the caves, wade and search for rocks.  Poor Grace cut her foot badly when she slid down a rock she tried to climb.  Chris, being the better amateur doctor of the two of us, piggy backed Grace back to the car where I actually had a stocked first aid kit.  I had started to follow them but a couple minutes in lost my footing in a particularly slippery muddy area and ended up in mud from my ankles to my neck.  I even had seaweed hanging from me.  Fortunately, I landed in such a way as to protect my camera!  I got a few laughs from the girls but considered myself luckier than the man who had been walking his dogs when he fell and literally rolled over a rocky patch.
The day was blue-skied and perfectly temperatured and the girls and I minus Grace walked all over the rocks exploring every bit of shoreline.  Later, reunited with Chris and Grace, we had a picnic on one of the tables scattered around the area.  It was hot in the sun so we did not linger.  We drove around a bit checking out other possible spots to swim--there were none--and then headed back to the cottage.  After a quick trip to the lighthouse, we headed back to Mac's beach, the beach near the caves.  We swam.  Sophie and Ella the most.  It was very cold, not so much that it took our breath away but shocking.  There was much fun and laughter as the girls swam together and they were reluctant to head back to the cottage.
Chris grilled dinner and we ate in the backyard.