Sunday, October 15, 2006

Once more back to Hopewell Rocks II






Once more back to Hopewell Rocks I





Toadstools



Along the trails at Fundy National Park a myriad of
toadstools are growing in wet, moist conditions.
Ever decomposing forest.

Fundy National Park III




At one point in time Point Wolfe was a busy harbour for the timber trade.
This is what it would have looked like at the time.
You can still see remnants of it on the beach. Nowadays it has been abandoned and
left to Mother nature. The salmon have started to swin upstream again.

The beach at low tide at Point Wolfe

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Fundy National Park II





Dickerson Falls/Chute Dickerson.
Look closely and you might see the water spirits.

Fundy National Park I



While waiting for the tide to ebb we took the opportunity to visit Fundy National Park.
The bay and salt marshes at Alma.

High tide at Hopewell Rocks






Hopewell Rocks.We had to go twice to see the wonders of these rocks. At high tide when the base of the rocks is covered by the tides and again and low tide which was round 5. Even though the park is closed then you can walk down among them. The difference between the tides is about 46 feet, which make it some of the highest tides in the world.They have different names for them, these are known as the flowerpots.

Does this mean what I think it means? ;)

Sunset above the Wal-Mart

Moncton-Dieppe

Saturday, October 07, 2006

Farewell Nova Scotia, hello New Brunswick

Goodbye Digby.

Hello St. John

Falling Rock






I'm so glad we stopped to see this.

Salut et a bientôt!

Dedicated to those at home in Québec...






His name is Scream and watching him feed, come up for air, jump out of the water, dive and stay under was so exciting to see. I wish I had better pictures to show you how great this experience was...

Brier Island fishing wharf



Close-ups on Brier Island

Focussing on drops of rain on a spider's web. In a different light these would have looked like diamonds.




The rocks near the lighthouse were littered with the corpses of crabs, discarded and abandoned, where seagulls had their feast.