Dear Gilles,
It rained.
We woke up and got in the truck for Hopewell Rocks. It's a 48km drive. We arrived at the park just before it opened. Paid the admittance fee and hiked (<1km) down to the ocean floor. We had our gumboots on and were able to explore the silty, muddy beach anywhere we liked. It was entertaining to watch other tourists come down with brand new shiny shoes. Waring rubber boots ensured we had an enjoyable time. The tide was on its way down and Luc spent a lot of the time right at the waters edge.
After the rocks, we drove up to Moncton to check out the Tidal Bore. No photos of this one. That day, it was scheduled for 2:40, so we went for a filling breakfast at the Homestead Restaurant. Patric had a BLT, Luc a cheeseburger and I had a full hot turkey sandwhich meal - that included a scoop of turnips. I made the boys try them. It makes me want to request a single planting of rutabaga. I know you enjoy it, and perhaps I can get more appreciative of the flavour.
We parked the truck at the amphitheatre, and there about 20 others, in hooded rain-jackets - also waiting for the bore. Once we saw that the 'crowd' was getting excited we got out of the truck and in to the rain to watch the event. It was 15 minutes earlier than the website predicted.
Fun to see. Once.
We stopped off at the Moncton Mall - which was super busy for a Sunday of the long weekend. I picked up a more functional rain jacket - I've always wanted a yellow one - but not one of those stiff plastic fisherman ones. I just want to look like a fisherman.
We then headed back to Hopewell rocks and took some photos of the Trump scarecrow we had noticed on the way in to town. We arrived with just 45 minutes until park close (and high tide) to take a few quick photos and head back to Fundy National Park.
Luc got a fire going for us, with predominantly wet wood, and green wood. We had a green salad and tortellini for supper.
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