Next morning I crossed over into St. Stephen New Brunswick--the first of several Saints on my route through New Brunswick including St. George and Saint John (as opposed to St. John's in Newfoundland). The nice border agents gave my car and luggage a full check over.
My first stop was Fundy National Park. In the higher elevations there was still a lot of snow, frozen lakes and closed roads. Also closed for the season was the visitor center.
I have long known about the Bay of Fundy's unique claim to fame--the highest variance of tides in thee world--up to 16 meters difference from low to high tide.
By luck I arrived at Hopewell Rocks at low tide. Unfortunately the main parking lot, path and stairs down to the shore line were closed. In that parking lot I met a nice retired couple from Saskatchewan who were visiting the Maritimes for their first time, They had just learned from a nice local that there was another parking lot that also had access to the shore. I followed them.
Also unfortunately, the stairs had been pulled up for the winter season. No worries, I hopped the wood railing and climbed down (not sure Marie would have approved). The Saskatchewan couple opted out.
PRINCE EDWARD ISLAND
After enjoying low tide (I need to come back with more time to spend a day watching the tide come in) I then drove to Prince Edward Island.
The green gabled road signs lead me around the center of the island to the town of Cavendish and the P.E.I National Park that includes the home where Anne of Green Gables author Lucy Maude Montgomery grew up.
Closed for the season. That didn't stop me. I tread lightly over the muddy construction area to go see Anne's house.
I decided to explore Balsam Hollow. There were no barricades to skirt. I took photos for Sarah to enjoy.
I came to appreciate Lucy Maude Montgomery's love for nature.
Since no gift shops (so I could buy a souvenir for Sarah) were open at the home, in the national park, or in the surrounding town of Cavendish, I stopped before leaving the island at the welcome center near the bridge. There, when I told the nice clerk that my daughter was a big fan, she coerced me, in a moment of lapsed judgement, to take the following photos (they had dresses, red wigs and hats to fit all sizes). Sarah had a good laugh when I texted her these photos.
I had hoped to explore Acadian areas of Nova Scotia, but time ran out so the best I could do was a short side trip to Joggins to see the Bay of Fundy from the other side.
Just south of Calais I happened by the Saint Croix Island International (shared jointly by the U.S. and Canada) Historic site. In 1604 French explorers established a settlement on the island (in the middle of the photo) one of the first in North America. Since they were at the same latitude as France they assumed a more mild winter. Unfortunately this side of the Atlantic has harsher winters. When the river froze and the ice buckled the fur traders were not able to cross to the mainland for water, wood and game. After one year they abandoned the site.
Driving by Columbia Falls Maine I spotted a beautiful lit church in the distance so I decided to stop for a few photos.
I arrived in Ellsworth Maine in time for a late dinner of delicious scallops. Next Morning (Palm Sunday) I was up at 4:30 so I could get to Acadia National Park in time to watch the sun rise from Cadillac Mountain. Unfortunately I had assumed that the park would be open. No such luck. Once again I found myself scrambling to see what I could see in spite of blocked roads--including the main loop road through the park and the road up to Cadillac Mt.
In my limited trip preparation (which did not include finding our season opening dates) I had noticed several hiking trails along the eastern coast of the park. I headed that way on the local non-park roads and parked in a picnic area close to the coast. From there I had a delightful two hour walk and watch along the rocky coast of Acadia. I loved the changing light.
Bass Harbor Head Lighthouse
It was a great road trip and I made it back to Boston with barely enough time to catch my 5:30 flight home.