On The Move to New Scotia

ANOTHER View of Commonly Beautiful Scenery

Yeh. Yeh.  I know I skipped the 18th.  But it was just another day of more awesome scenery, beaches, streams, the deepest green moss-covered forest floor you could ever imagine....  But nothing I could make snarky comments on so I skipped the day's post.


Besides, we're being plagued by connectivity issues (there is none most of the time) and I'm so far behind I need to do some catch-up.  (Today is actually the 26th and I'm post dating.).

You know what it's like having a kid stare at you over
the back of an airline seat.  Well we were eyeball
to eyeball with this critter for 20  km.

So back to fake "today" the 19th of August.  We left Fundy Park for a trip up the winding coast road and on into Nova Scotia, (which is some language for new Scotland maybe).  I say "some language", because every few miles you enter a new country around here.  First is Scottish, then Irish, some Acadian, then French Rebel held Canada.  (More on that subject later.)

I Really Like The Last Safety Tip

Oh yea.  There's a comfortable rock
right over there.  SWIM for it .
QUICK - HURRY.

First stop was up the road away's to Hopewell Rocks from where, (or is it which), you supposedly can experience the massive tide range of the Bay of Fundy.  We arrived at just prior to peak high tide.  Had we the time, we would have witnessed the outbound tide dropping some 6 feet per hour.  Like somebody in  Maine flushed the toilet on Canada.


However, we had a long drive ahead..  A short but scenic walk to the prime viewing point found us just shortly behind a tour bus load of approximately 1.4 billion "foreigner tourists", all of whom needed a picture of each and every other member of the entourage in front of each and every scenic overlook.  (Consider the combinations and permutations of THAT!)

Uh.... Which way to da' beach?

One more step back Ya Ya

We did finally work our way down the 100 and some feet of stairs which take you to the beach, which also abruptly ended in the water 30 and some feet above the beach.  What made the walk thoroughly worth while was watching  Mr Jones pose Mrs Jones at the very last un-submerged stair only to get sloshed by the next wave of the rising tidal surge.  (OK, I tried to do the same thing, but Val wasn't falling for that one.)

Canadians have a wonderful sense of STYLE

The rest of the day was a long drive along the north coast of Nova Scotia with a stop for groceries and finally to Port Hood, a VERY small town on Cape Breton.  There-in is located the RV Park of Sunset View.  (Sounds like a retirement community.) We normally try to avoid RV Parks as they tend to stack the residents on top of each other somewhat like the Robert Taylor Homes.  It however was the only option on this sparsely populate section of coastline, so in we went.  Not too terribly bad, and there was actually a pretty nice sunset.




Good Night From sunset View RV Park

Brad & Valerie