Day 28 (September 18, 2009) – We Finally See Fundy National Park

We decided this morning to spend the entire day visiting Fundy National Park since we are paying for it, and dearly too. Not only is the campground expensive, but you have to have a daily permit too. I don’t remember it being this expensive last time we were here.
Our friends decided to re-visit Hopewell Rocks at high tide.

We did the moderate pathway to Dickson Falls. This is a nice walk through the Red Spruce and Balsam Fir forest to an overlook where you can see the falls. The more difficult trails take you on a loop to the bottom and top of the falls. We drove on to Herring Cove. The path to the beach looked to be beyond Katherine’s capability, so we admired the cove from the overlook. On the way down to Point Wolf we drove through a very picturesque covered bridge. They have an interesting way of protecting their covered bridges from over height vehicles. They install a steel I-beam across the road at the posted height to decapitate any vehicles that are too high. They must have some strange philosophy of people being responsible for their own deeds or misdeeds.

At Point Wolf, the 3 of us did the 0.6 Km trail to Point Wolf Beach. Most of the trail is boardwalk with several long flights of stairs to take you downward. Unfortunately, it was near high tide so we could not walk far once there. It was still worth the effort though. Lunchtime was now upon us, so into Alma we went for something quick…Kelly’s Bake Shop. The blueberry muffins, sticky buns, raspberry jam, and sweets squares followed us home. After lunch (subs from Kelly’s) we headed west to Cape Enrage Lighthouse. The cape was really “enraged” today with the winds howling at least 40 mph with higher gusts. At one point I was leaning into the wind with my feet spread and braced to keep standing. The lighthouse is in a very pretty location high on a bluff overlooking the Bay of Fundy. We tried to track down the elusive bears or moose by visiting Caribou Plain and driving most of the Park’s gravel roads…no luck, but we did come across another covered bridge in the backcountry. By the way, a ranger said no caribou now or in the past, so go figure! Caribou Plain is a very pretty beaver lake.

Oh yeah, Paul’s tire story must be told. He called his road service last night to arrange for service today. They were here by 7:45 am, replaced the tire with a new one and were gone by about 8:15 am. The cages on the boats around the props and rudders are to minimize fouling when maneuvering around fishing and lobster pot lines.