To The Flowerpot Rocks
- Natasha
- Oct 8, 2015
- 3 min read
This is the day Mum has been looking forward to the most in the Maritime provinces. The Bay of Fundy and Hopewell Rocks. We had an early start, because the parents wanted to be down at Hopewell Rocks by 8:00am. Thanks to us children, we got out late, which turned out to be a good thing since the park gates didn’t even open until 9:00am. Good forethought on my lazy self’s part. The tide was all the way in when we
got there, so the famous Flowerpot rocks were quite wet and you couldn’t go down on the beach at all. We got some pictures and walked around for about an hour and a bit before heading back to the truck for a snack. Then we drove in the general direction of Fundy National Park since low tide wasn’t until 4:30ish. The coastal drive to the park was really pretty and had many covered bridges interspersed
throughout the road. We got some Sleepy Hollow pictures in one of them. Kizzy is
the new Ichabod Crane and Dad was the Headless Horseman sans the horse. Right outside the National Park was a little town called Alma. We walked up and down the main street, checked out the wharf, where the boats were almost resting on the ocean floor since the tide was going out, and stopped in the bakery and the tourist shop. I bought my New
Brunswick keychain and Dad got some pie and lemon tarts. In the National Park we drove up to the coastal hike, which turned out to be a five hour hike, with a very difficult rating. We opted to not do that and instead got some pictures in red chairs and I skipped large stones with my stone skipping superpowers. Then we drove back to Hopewell Rocks to see the low tide. It was quite the difference. You could see the entire Flowerpot rocks now and a lot of the upper part of the ocean floor was dry, since it was sandy, unlike the mud flats. I did a handstand underneath Lover’s Arch and got my hands all muddy. Dad decided to take off his shoes and walk in the mud. It looked like he had hobbit feet. He had to
walk all the way down the rocky beach with his bare feet until we got to stairs and could wash his feet in the shoe washing station. We stuck around until the park closed. We bought 50% off ice cream and some fried clams, which weren’t as good as the fried clams Félix had the other day at lunch. Isaac and I played around on the park and then we walked down to the Flowerpots again right before 5:00pm and closing time. One of the Park’s Canada employees told us we had to move our truck outside of the parking lot if we wanted to stay later and Mum took this to mean “Move your car before the clock strikes 5:00pm or we shall trap you here for all of eternity”, and she started to freak out a bit and basically ran back to the truck while the boys and I strolled leisurely behind. As it so happens, we didn’t get trapped in the park and managed to drive home in time for a dinner of spaghetti. Peace out m8s.
