The best breakfast ever - freshly steamed clams with the taste of the sea. Mom refused to partake so we got really good helpings.
Laundry today. We did not plan on the length of time it would take to do the laundry, but we came to the sudden realization that if we wanted to see the tidal bore we would have quit the drying and hot foot it to Truro.
We made it with 30mins to spare (Rich driving) - no risk of missing it today. It was worth returning for. The force along the bank as it swept around the bend is incredible. The town has make a big effort to preserve the muddy sides by building up a rock embankment along the length of the river. They have also created a cycle path along a portion of the embankment. It would be fun to cycle along next to the bore as it comes in.
On our return to the campground, we stopped in at an old WWII observation tower. It has been moved inland because its foundations were undercut with tidal erosion. It is a 15ft by 15 ft base, three stories high with an observation deck on the roof. A little old lady lived in it for a while. She said that the exercise of walking the steep stairs kept her arthritis at bay. The high school kid running the place was really knowledgeable. He told us about the history, geology and culture of the area. He recommended the local cheese factory, a great bay viewing spot and about the local flowerpot rocks.
We went straight to the cheese factory. Purchased some two year old aged Gouda and some dutch marzipan treats. The cheese was fantastic. We devoured it before dinner.
There was no cold breeze this evening so we decided to go out clamming again. We would not get as cold as the night before. This time we wore swim shorts. They are black and will not show the stains from the red mud. We were happily digging but suddenly realized the mozies had found us and were having a feast. (A good breeze would have blown them all away - be careful what you wish for!) We started swatting them, but since my hands were covered in mud I was soon covered in brown blotches. We returned to the camper for a good shower then started the clam cleaning process. Mom cannot believe our desire to clam because we have come away with mozie bites, ripped fingernails, cut finger tips and feet, and mud ingrained in our skin and clothes.
We are enjoying the beautiful flowers everywhere. Most are lupin and they grow wild. It seems that the primary job of residents is mowing their grass, but they are careful to mow around their wild flower patches. It looks so pretty.
On our return to the campground, we stopped in at an old WWII observation tower. It has been moved inland because its foundations were undercut with tidal erosion. It is a 15ft by 15 ft base, three stories high with an observation deck on the roof. A little old lady lived in it for a while. She said that the exercise of walking the steep stairs kept her arthritis at bay. The high school kid running the place was really knowledgeable. He told us about the history, geology and culture of the area. He recommended the local cheese factory, a great bay viewing spot and about the local flowerpot rocks.
We went straight to the cheese factory. Purchased some two year old aged Gouda and some dutch marzipan treats. The cheese was fantastic. We devoured it before dinner.
There was no cold breeze this evening so we decided to go out clamming again. We would not get as cold as the night before. This time we wore swim shorts. They are black and will not show the stains from the red mud. We were happily digging but suddenly realized the mozies had found us and were having a feast. (A good breeze would have blown them all away - be careful what you wish for!) We started swatting them, but since my hands were covered in mud I was soon covered in brown blotches. We returned to the camper for a good shower then started the clam cleaning process. Mom cannot believe our desire to clam because we have come away with mozie bites, ripped fingernails, cut finger tips and feet, and mud ingrained in our skin and clothes.
We are enjoying the beautiful flowers everywhere. Most are lupin and they grow wild. It seems that the primary job of residents is mowing their grass, but they are careful to mow around their wild flower patches. It looks so pretty.
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