AmeriCanada 2015

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Day 33. Wednesday, August 26, 2015. Bay of Fundy Day 1 of 2

Our path today is shown below. We will drive from Arm of Gold Campground to Scotia Pine Campground near Truro, Nova Scotia.

I leave the trailer to use the park's rest room, and I am met with this. Some critter made it to this trash bag and had its own picnic.

I take a few photos to remind me of the park and the morning.

As we drive out, we notice an announcement of a place to pull off the road and look at some specific bit of scenery. They call it a 'Bras d'Or Lookoff.' My mind expands to take in the new term. I like it. {In French, Bras is "Arms", d'Or "of Gold", or Arms of Gold, named for this large inland lake that they said the sun glistened on" like gold", or another story that they initialially thought the lake was an "arm of the sea"}

We notice a guy on the right, next to a wooden telephone pole with a belt of climbing gear on the ground around his feet. He's going up that pole.

It's time for breakfast and we pull over near Baddeck.

We have made an appointment for an oil change at Pye Chevrolet in Truro this afternoon, so we need to get to our RV park, set up, unhitch, and get me there by 4.

A restaurant with the wonderful name of Herring Choker Deli and Cafe appears on our right. Sharon says she doesn't want to eat at a place with 'choker' in the name. Cough cough.

A little before 9, all three of us spot this animal at exactly the same time. It looked like it was moving left to right, but then Sharon pointed, and all three of us, in unison said, "Rock.'

We change drivers a little after nine. I leave my audio recorder running and it racks up about ten more minutes of whatever.

At 2 pm, we are in Truro, facing a bunch of traffic coming at us. A car is stopped in the oncoming lane. A door opens and out comes a banana peel onto the pavement. The door closes, and on moves the scofflaw.

We make it to our park and check in, make it to our spot, set up and unhitch, and I take off for Truro, arriving at the Chevy shop at 4:01. I check in, and am escorted to a waiting lounge. I take my laptop out of its carrying case and resume the report I was working on. An hour or so goes by and I hear my name announced. I gather up my stuff, go to pay the bill of a few bucks, load up into the truck and drive back to the RV park. {Dun, dun, dun. More about this later.}

We have asked several people where the best place to observe the huge tidal change of the Bay of Fundy, in the local area. We get two places from the girl who checks us into the RV park, and another place from my Chevy checker-in, which was also one of the girl's spots. We decide to go to the Tidal Interpretive Center at South Maitland, and have a map to get there.

By 5:30 we are there. Sharon says we have brought all the major food groups: peanuts, potato chips and ?? We notice a small bit of water with lots of reeds and some mallard-looking ducks. But a sign announces them to be Black Ducks. Really? We don't have that bird yet on our life list. It is a common bird in the area, but we have never noticed it before, or been aware of it. We get great looks and a few photos. {The interesting thing about this duck is that it is one of the few that prefers salty water and can feed on the vegetation that grows in these brackish waters. Also, It is not actually Black! It was once called Dusky Duck which would probably fit better as it just looks like any of the 1000s of brown ducks we see all over the world. It sure is fun to accidently luck onto a life bird.}

What's cool is one of the major appearance characteristics of this bird is pure white underwings visible only when they fly. I don't get to see this, but both Sharon and Nancy observe this. No doubt about it - a life bird for us! Radical.

But back to the tide. Here are some approach photos we took as we drove over the 'new' bridge to the turnoff on the right, which leads to a visitor center, and a walkway to a platform sticking out over the river. Oh the river. What a spectacular, wonder of a name. The SHUBENACADIE. Say shoo-buh-NACK-uh-dee. Then bounce it off your brain a couple of times. You can't stop saying it, can you. Rhymes with Whobenacadie, obviously.

This river flows into the Bay of Fundy - when the tide is out. When the tide is in, the bay water level rises to such a height and over such a period of time that it looks and sounds like the river reverses its course. But at, like, 20-40 feet higher and even 50 feet at the upper bay levels with a full moon.The cool thing about this spot is that you can be be at here when the tide is out, and back six hours later when it is in. We have arrived at a late hour and the tide is slowly coming in, but it is getting dark fast.

A couple of other small visiting groups, like us, show up. After several misinterpreted observations (by me), and corrected understandings, the tide begins coming in faster and faster. About the same rate as the darkening of the skies. We can hear water rushing by, seeming to be going upriver! Pretty cool. But I have to break off to find and use an outdoor rest room. Luckily I have a flashlight on my iPhone or I'd be in some big trouble I can tell you.

When I meet up with my partners, they are super excited. But guess what - they didn't SEE the events, they only HEARD them. We are staying in our RV spot two nights, so we will come back tomorrow and watch this in the light of day. And there is another spot farther toward where the river meets the bay that is supposed to be visually spectacular in its own right. {We were hoping to see a "bore" which they describe as a "wall of water" that appears when the tide starts pushing up the river but so far we only heard what sounded like rapids while it was too dark to see.}

Here are the pictures we took today and this evening though. These photos are at South Maitland.

At left is looking downriver through safety bars on the new bridge we are on, seeing the crumbling towers that supported the old bridge. In the photo at right is the cantilevered lookout, that is actually part of the old roadway on beefed up support towers. We will park and go out on that structure. {See the sand bars. That is at low tide with the river flowing out to the Bay. The "Bay of Fundy" guys!!}

Below left is the new bridge, which has an odd look to us in the middle of the big span. Like there's a slight dip there. Slightly unsettling. At right is some words about the Shubenacadie. And since we aren't that far from Quebec, you can see the first part of it in French, at the bottom.

I have aligned my camera, below left, to be looking right across the top of the towers that supported the old roadbed. Somebody has set up tents and trailers, likely to provide shelter for people coming to watch the tides - maybe over six or more hours to see the full range of tides and provide shelter from hot sun or rain. {We find out later that this is the launching point for river rafters who go on the river when the tide is rushing in to experience the rapids on the bore.}At right is the base of one of the new towers, with a rectangular structure around it, likely to provide shelter from the rushing currents as the river courses by in both directions.

We see a daring situation upriver, where a pickup is backing a rubber raft into the water.Is he going to be able to drive up out of that mud? At right is a different view of one of the towers for the new bridge.

Here are two strong females who both want to be in control. I don't remember what they're grappling for. At right I line up the top of the railing so there's a safe side and a sui-side.

Here is Sharon when we agree that we just got a new life bird. Woohoo.

We drive back to our RV park in the dark. The dark park.

I ask Sharon to proofread the next report, and here's what that looks like. Popcorn is included as an incentive.

Can't wait for tomorrow.

Began: Arms of Gold RV Park, Little Bras d'Or, Nova Scotia
Pass Through: Baddeck, Port Hawkesbury, Antigonish
End: Scotia Pine Campground, Truro, Nova Scotia
Miles Today:: 238 (not counting 200 miles on the ferry)
Miles for Trip: 6792 (doesn't count ferry rides)

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