The weather was gorgeous when we woke so I was able to talk Rich into coming with Rocky and me for the morning walk. The beaches are pebbly with very clear water. We walked towards town and got to the harbor. A bald eagle was sitting atop the light at the end of the breakwater - I am glad I do not have to fish for my breakfast. The tide was low so we were able to walk across the harbor and get to the fishermen's wharf. Guys were preparing their bait bags for the lobster pots. They put huge handfuls of herring (I think) into netting bags, which are then hung in the lobster traps. At least the lobster gets a good last meal before hitting the boiling pot. Rocky loved all the scents and landed up doing some high wire walking just to get to a particularity good smell. He gave us a fright but we were impressed with how well balanced he can be.
We were sorry to leave St Martins. It was a peaceful, quaint little town.
As we headed north we skirted the western edge of the bay. I had read great things about Cape Enrage so it was our first stop for the day. As we approached the "island" a thick fog bank moved in. The result was a disappointing visit to a point on the bay that should have been spectacular. A teacher has put a lot of effort into preserving the history of the lighthouse and surrounding buildings. In order to generate some income, there is zip lining and ab-sailing here. Exploring the beach and cliffs at low tide is also popular. It was fun to watch the adventure activities, but seeing the bay would have been even better.
Our next stop was Hopewell to see the flower pot rocks. We got there near low tide and were able to climb down to the beach and explore. The coarse conglomerates of St Martins were now finer sand and silt stones. This produces very muddy water and sticky mud. Most of the kids were coming back with mud almost to their knees.
We had a great view over the bay at low tide. Mud flats almost as far as the eye could see.
After a tasty picnic lunch in the camper we started the trek to Moncton and then east to Five Islands.
The roads felt especially bad today - even Rocky got car sick. The Canadian secondary roads are the worst we have ever had to tow the trailer over. Maybe they are so bad as a result of the severe winter they had. We stopped in Moncton for groceries and I saw the riverfront where we planned to see the tidal bore. I still don't know at what time one must be there to see it. I miscalculated the length of time it would take us to drive today - we only arrived at the campground at 9pm. It seemed to take forever to get to our destination. It really feels like a remote and rather wild place. Lots of biting insects and anal retentive campground owners got under my skin within minutes of us arriving. The campground was not busy, so we were not surrounded by other campers. It will probably get busy over the weekend.
We were sorry to leave St Martins. It was a peaceful, quaint little town.
As we headed north we skirted the western edge of the bay. I had read great things about Cape Enrage so it was our first stop for the day. As we approached the "island" a thick fog bank moved in. The result was a disappointing visit to a point on the bay that should have been spectacular. A teacher has put a lot of effort into preserving the history of the lighthouse and surrounding buildings. In order to generate some income, there is zip lining and ab-sailing here. Exploring the beach and cliffs at low tide is also popular. It was fun to watch the adventure activities, but seeing the bay would have been even better.
Our next stop was Hopewell to see the flower pot rocks. We got there near low tide and were able to climb down to the beach and explore. The coarse conglomerates of St Martins were now finer sand and silt stones. This produces very muddy water and sticky mud. Most of the kids were coming back with mud almost to their knees.
We had a great view over the bay at low tide. Mud flats almost as far as the eye could see. 
After a tasty picnic lunch in the camper we started the trek to Moncton and then east to Five Islands.
The roads felt especially bad today - even Rocky got car sick. The Canadian secondary roads are the worst we have ever had to tow the trailer over. Maybe they are so bad as a result of the severe winter they had. We stopped in Moncton for groceries and I saw the riverfront where we planned to see the tidal bore. I still don't know at what time one must be there to see it. I miscalculated the length of time it would take us to drive today - we only arrived at the campground at 9pm. It seemed to take forever to get to our destination. It really feels like a remote and rather wild place. Lots of biting insects and anal retentive campground owners got under my skin within minutes of us arriving. The campground was not busy, so we were not surrounded by other campers. It will probably get busy over the weekend.
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