Did you think it would be possible for me to gush even more about how amazing this trip is?
Tonight we walked through the mud in the Bay of Fundy, watching a group of girls go mud-sliding. Goddamn it looked like fun, but they had clearly come prepared for that adventure - their car was parked beside ours, and the entire interior was coated with garbage bags. Our feet and ankles were coated in this red, clay-like mud, that took three washes to come off my feet. And we just walked out into it - we weren't doing mud-angels and slip-n-slides like they were. But were they ever having a time, if I lived out here I think I'd go out and do the same.
The sun was starting to set so we decided to drive around and find a place to camp and spend the night. I wanted more than anything to camp right on the beach, like Mike and I did last year, but the tides are extremely high at this time of year and there would be no BEACH on the beach at high tide, just tide. So we drove for over an hour down the coastline, looking for a road to bring us anywhere suitable to park for the night. Every thing that looked like a road turned out to be someone's driveway. I was way more disappointed than I let on when I suggested just heading back to Truro and spending the night somewhere there.
Then, we found it. A tiny roadside pointing us to a dirt road, which we followed until it turned into an even smaller dirtroad, fallen trees lining it on both sides. A was terrified, and I was making jokes about how in a horror movie, we'd be yelling at the screen 'TURN BACK YOU IDIOTS!!!!'. But I couldn't even stop and turn around, because it was so narrow. So we kept going.
And now I'm sitting the back of my car, about 30 feet away from the ledge overlooking the Bay of Fundy. There are two campers here, so we're obviously on someone's property, but they're not home and it's late, and it's the east coast, so even if they show up I highly doubt they'll be mad at us. So this means we get to stay in a Canadian paradise tonight. And in the morning, we get to walk out onto the Fundy shore, and make a fire and watch the sun come up over the coast, before heading to Burncoat Head Park, the site of the worlds highest recorded tides, where we'll jump in the beach before heading back to Halifax.
Travelling these days is so odd. Here I am, at the end of a dirt road, on the edge of the Bay of Fundy. Yet I'm still typing away on my netbook, and I still have cell reception. Which reminds me, I need to get an new phone plan, because I just got my phonebill from a month of international texts with my man... and it's even scarier than the drive to this spot was, ha.
