9:00pm, July 27, Truro, Nova Scotia…We left Saint John like our tails were on fire and headed for the Bay of Fundy. It was a foggy morning, one of those “blah” days. We wondered if our weather luck had run out. THEN on the road to Fundy National Park a black bear crossed the road in front of us. Would this mean even worse luck? Apparently, a black bear crossing the road in front of you is GOOD luck because the sky cleared and a beautiful day appeared.
Fundy National Park was lovely. We hiked a trail to a copper mine and then drove on to Alma, a tiny mountain town where a place called Kelly’s features sticky buns to die for. On the recommendation of our breakfast waitress we tried one. It’s worth the stop if you’re in the neighborhood.
At Hopewell Rocks we saw the phenomenon of Fundy - a tide that rises at least 46 feet each day. At low tide, the little tree-topped islands turn into Rocky stacks. With about 150,000 other Sunday tourists we walked the beach and took it all in. This was a biggie for Sharon and it didn’t disappoint.
The day stopped in Truro where we dined at a pasta place and the dummy in the car ordered fajitas!! In Nova Scotia. Fajitas!
One note: the final photo here shows a milestone: 3,000 miles since the moment we picked up the rental at ILM. 14 days, six hotels, 13 good dinners and we’re still going. Tomorrow we set our sights on the southern Cape Breton area.