Showing posts with label Canada. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Canada. Show all posts

Friday, October 16, 2009

Dashing North across New Brunswick


I am now driving a Charcoal Chev Impala, with plastic walnut trim and cruise control which really works! We became aware of a defect in the Ford and so made a swap at Saint John Airport. On Monday morning we had crossed back into New Brunswick and then driven north to Moncton to cross the river, after which we continued along the north shore of the Bay of Fundy. One of the side roads led to the Cape Enrage lighthouse, which has good views of a rugged coast.

At St Martin's not only are there caves in the red sandstone cliffs, but also two covered bridges,  New Brunswick is alive with them including the world's longest at Hartland. It was low tide and so it was a long climb for the fishermen up from the boats to the wharf. St Martin's is yet another former wooden ship building centre and as in other places there are lots of beautiful large nineteenth century wooden houses surrounded by mature trees.

Tuesday morning we drove into Saint John and parked on the edge of the historical precinct and walked to Market Square and the market. (We had asked the Tom Tom GPS to show us the way, but in an effort to avoid a 50 cent toll on a bridge it took us an extremely circuituous route.) It is a nice market in a building dating from 1900, and although there were two cruise ships tied up in the centre of town the market was not crowded.

Our Acadian friend Mike in the Tourist Bureau told us not to miss the Reversing Falls - the 14th wonder of the world!. The Saint John is a huge fast flowing river and at low tide there is a 4 m fall across the rapids.  But twice a day the incoming tide forces the river to flow backwards creating 4 m rapids in the opposite direction (ie upstream).  Huge whirlpools form in the area most of the time apart from 30 min of calm when there is no variation in level.

It was raining most of the time while we drove to Fredericton along the Saint John River valley, so it was a good day to stop early and persuade the motel to let us use their laundry to do our washing.

Wednesday morning the car windows were covered in ice, but it was sunny and clear. We parked in the centre of Fredericton and the Tourist Office gave us a ticket for free parking and we walked around the old Garrison area.

On then along the Saint John river to Edmundston, a French speaking town just across the river from the USA. Just Before Edmundston we stopped at Grand Falls. Although it is 400 kms from the mouth of the river, the Falls would have nine tenths the volume of Niagara if the Hydro Power Station was not there. Anyway they are still pretty impressive (when you manage to find a lookoff or viewpoint). When the second bishop of Quebec came here in 1686 he was impressed. It had taken him five months to get here from Quebec, a distance of over 300 km which we did in a morning!

And so on back into Quebec province and if you ever come to Baie-Saint-Paul I can really recommend Motel des Cascades at about $80/night. Apart from the usual spotless amenities, there is a beautifully machine embroidered and cutwork cloth on the table. But as usual in North America we have had to turn the central heating way down.

 View from Cape Enrage Lighthouse, New Brunswick
 
Looking the other way at Cape Enrage Lighthouse  (I love the name - seems so appropriate!)
 
Caves in the red sandstone cliffs at St Martin's
 
Low tide and a covered bridge in St Martins
 
 Perhaps this was the home of a wooden ship builder magnate in St Martins

 
Interactive sculpture in Market Square, Saint John
 
City market in Saint John
 
 Tour group in Fredericton. We thought we would tag along, but it was in German.
 
 The world's longest covered bridge in Hartland ~ 390m built in 1901.

 
 Grand Falls on the Saint John river.
 
Fort du Petit-Salut, Edmunston built in 1841. Presumeably the British were hoping to keep the pesky Americans out.
 
Today's Fall photo.





Monday, October 12, 2009

Leaving Nova Scotia

Peggy's Cove is about 50 kms west of Halifax. It is supposedly one of the most photographed places in Canada, so we should not have been surprised, when at least 20 tourist buses turned up just after we arrived. it was drizzling and blowing a bitterly cold wind so it hardly looked its best and I don't think all the crowd ventured off the buses.

Our next stop was Mahone Bay where I bought a ticket in a lovely raffle quilt. The lady who designed it owns a shop called Suttles and Seawinds - with a name like that how could I resist visiting it and it is a lovely shop.  It has a website www.suttlesandseawinds.com. Mahone Bay was in the midst of a Scarecrow Festival and the scarecrows were all over town.

Driving west, you soon come to Lunenberg which has heaps of carefully looked after 1800s buildings. It was a wealthy town from shipbuilding and there are lots of large ornate wooden houses. We walked around the town, photographing the ornate doorways and then along the waterfront to see the tall ships.

We filled up with 'gas' at the General Store in Lequile and it really was a general store. Outside there were pumpkins and apples for sale. Inside apart from the usual crisps and soft drink and groceries, there were sausages barbequeing and coffee brewing and wet weather gear, but what surprised me most was the gun counter just outside the ladies loo!

After driving through the village of Queensland, we stayed overnight in Liverpool on the Mersey River and then turned north to Annapolis Royal, where the French settled in 1604 beating both Jamestown, Virginia and the Pilgrim Fathers to spend a winter in North America. It is a pretty little town and the historic gardens are interesting,although this time of year they are not looking their best.

After Scarecrows in Mahone Bay we came to pumpkin country. There was an army of pumpkin people in Kentville, but I have no photos, because it was raining and there were roadworks, so it was all pretty chaotic. Down the road in Windsor we just missed the pumpkin boat race which sounds  a crazy day. Apparently they hollow out giant pumpkins and row them across the river. There is even a race for motorised ones with an outboard!

Saturday was a miserable day - pouring rain so we went to Tim Horton (a Canadian chain) and drank their good coffee, ate apple fritters and read the newspapers. As the rain cleared we drove along the Fundy shore to Truro. The red mudflats just go on and on. At Walton and other places, the remains of the timber wharves give an idea of the huge tides. At Truro we saw the tidal bore. It was raining, but that was easier to cope with than mosquitoes (as well the tide tables were correct and it arrived on time) We needed a video to capture it, but it really is extraordinary.

I should go to bed. Today we walked up to a waterfall in Truro. Nova Scotia does not believe in putting scales on maps, so you never know how far away something might be, but fortunately the waterfall was quite close. Last night in Truro accommodation was a bit scarce as there was a dog show in town, so we had plenty of 4 legged companions in the motel. They would have to stay inside as there was ice on the windscreen in the morning.

Peggy's Cove. The postcard pictures usually have a brightly coloured dory in the foreground.

Looking along the coast from near the lighthouse at Peggy's Cove
 

The quilt I hope to win from Mahone Bay
 

Scarecrows in Mahone Bay


Hooked rug and scarecrows in Suttles and Seawinds
 

For hexagon lovers


Tall ship at Lunenberg


Lunenberg
 
Doorway in Lunenberg


Acadian cottage in Historic Gardens, Annapolis Royal


Historic Gardens, Annapolis Royal


Dykes. It is hard to imagine that these were once salt marshes although actually in the photo perhaps it does not look so different from salt marsh.


Halloween welcome on a doorstep in Lunenberg.


Cinderella's Coach or a boat?


Today's Fall photo.


Fundy Tides. The remains of wooden wharves on the right were once used to ship out gypsum. The loading had to be done during the three hours the tide was high.

Fundy Tides. We found these flowerpot rocks by venturing down some very marginal roads. I am always a bit worried I will end up bogged in someone's front garden or that I will have to backout uphill!


Waddell Falls, Victoria Park, Truro, Nova Scotia


Friday, September 4, 2009

First Tentative Steps


When I first started travelling I used to send hand written letters and/or postcards and then I graduated to sending emails. As I had to find Internet Cafes or Libraries with free public access my communications have been brief, somewhat intermittent and not illustrated
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When we leave for Montreal on September 15th we will be carrying our new Netbook and so instead of laboriously handwriting my diary every day, I should be able to laboriously type up my Blog and even upload some photos.