What a day! A road trip is an evolving thing and today was no exception. At 5 am, we rocketed across Prince Edward Island to the east shore to catch the morning sunrise – good thing since the rest of the day was more cloud and even snow in the afternoon.
As with some other days, the route changed a few times – today it was because of timing commitments and ferry schedules. So rather than bunking down around Hopewell Rocks for the night, we visited that amazing site, then pressed on to stay in St. John, but not before checking out the gypsum mining in the area – thanks to a very helpful fellow who wrote in to give information about this part of the province in which he lives and is proud. Thank you very much, Mark Rock!
After leaving PEI, New Brunswick morphed into what I remembered it to be from distant family drives – all forest! Other than the Bay of Fundy and the south shoreline of the province, New Brunswick is a fragrant forest of mixed soft and hardwoods. A walk through the forests is to see immense beauty in the vastness of the tracts, but also young, delicate and newborn. It is a renewing resource in so many ways.
A visit to the Hopewell Rocks was absolutely in order, despite the fact it was closed as it is still early in the season. We had a fantastic lunch at the Chocolate River Inn, in Edgetts Landing, where the proprietor filled us in on the local history and geology. Turns out he is a descendent of one of the Fathers of Confederation! A point that was not lost on us as our journey it timed to celebrate this historic anniversary.
Finding room in an inn, in St. John proved to be challenging if we wanted something reasonably priced! Turns out the town city is fully booked with concert-goers, theatre goers and a plethora of athletic tournaments. Great for the economy, not great when you have been turned away from no less than six hotels due to them being fully booked. So – the home for the night is a very cheap motel looking like something from a slasher film. A quick check of the bedding and mattress showed no sign of critters big or small, and the not-so-subtle roach motel just inside the front door may come in handy! But – its home! And I am grateful!
Tomorrow the ferry leaves St. John and two hours later docks at Digby, Nova Scotia.