Cape D'or

I'm not sure how it's possible, but every day out here so far has been my favourite.

I am sitting here winded and sweaty, having just walked down to Cape D'or, and back up the steep climb.  It was breathtaking.  I mean that literally - as Alanna and I stood at the literal edge of the rock cliffs, you could hear the intake of breath as we stood there, awestruck.

Today we woke up after spending the night in the car in a truck stop parking lot and headed to Joggins, where we were stoked to see the fossil cliffs.  Along the way, I pulled off to check out some wetlands, and we discovered we had accidentally come across one of the areas to view the 'tidal bore'.  To quote the guidebook, 'the Bay's incoming tide is so extreme that it temporarily reverses the flow of several rivers that empty into the bay.  When the tide and rivers collide (twice a day), a notable wave called a 'tidal bore' can be view moving upriver'.  It was pretty cool to see it rush in, and move past us in seconds.

We then continued to Joggins, which failed to impress.  It was awesome to stand on the beach and have the high tide push in on us, we had to give up our hunt for fossils and head back to the stairs out when the tide was almost pressing us against the cliffs.  But overall, not that exciting.

I do have one complaint about small-town Canada.  GET MORE GAS STATIONS.  We drove through four or five smalls towns with the needle on empty, passing signs counting us down to the next gas station - and the first sign said it was 56km away.  I was trying hard not to stress, while blasting through the winding country road at 120km, and A kept a good poker face on even though I'm pretty sure she would have killed me if I'd ended up stranding us on the side of the road.  But we made it, and I learned that I get at least 35km of driving even after my gas light has come on, so at least I'll know that for next time :P

Our next stop was Parrsboro, where A wants to go to the geological museum.  Along the way signs pointed us to Cape D'or, and we decided to check it out.

WOW.  Wow wow wow wow wow.  I was just standing, just now, on the edge of a copper cliff who knows how high up.  It was so surreal - jagged rocks everywhere, the water covered in fog, it felt so unsafe, which is something I'm not used to in Canada.  Here I'm used to ropes and things keeping you away from the danger.  But here there was simply a sign on the edge that said 'DANGER - actively eroding cliff'. One teeny little sign.

I can't believe I'm here.  It's been so amazing.

Tonight we're going to camp somewhere on the Fundy shore, before heading back to see friends in Halifax for a couple of nights and then... home to Ontario.  UGH!  At least I have a roadtrip with Ashley coming up to look forward to, and right after that my man will roll back in to town for a few days.  Without that to look forward to, I honestly wouldn't even want to go back.  I love it here.  I think I may have found my new home.