The fog was thick but just off the ground this morning, so I could still see the vast expanse of mud flats out in the bay. People were out digging for clams tempting me down there but since today was supposed to be our day off I returned to bed for a good snooze. By the time we had all surfaced and eaten breakfast the fog was lifting, the sun shining and a breeze had moved in - blowing the bugs away. We strolled down to the beach and had the water lapping at our feet. It was high tide and so different from earlier today.
The islands out in the bay are like sentinels watching over us and keeping us safe from monsters of the deep. We heard howling on the biggest island - which is heavily wooded. Are there possibly coyotes out there? Full moon is tonight.
We hung out at the camper watching the tide recede. Six hours is a long time when you are waiting for time to pass and there are only so many cherries one can eat in one afternoon! In the end Rich and I went for a bike ride to investigate the provincial park nearby. It is up on the bluff so the view from there was awesome. The tide was at its lowest. Where motor boats had been zooming around earlier, there were now islands of rock, river channels and mud. It is a great camping spot, but since there was no hook-up we had elected to stay at the private campground.
On our way back to the campground we passed a local restaurant selling clams and other seafood. They had been really busy all day since it was Canada Day. We decided to collect mom and have dinner there. We had a good laugh while waiting for our order. A group of foreign diners ordered a huge amount of food and when their steamed clams arrived they tucked in but were soon calling the server over to complain about the sand in their food. The three other tables in the restaurant all went silent listening to the complaint. Nobody could believe that they would complain about the sandy seafood - after all it was fresh out of the sea. Our order arrived minutes after theirs was returned to the kitchen - did they just give us their discarded clams? No matter - they tasted great.
We have spent the evening waiting for the full moon to rise - either the cloud cover is too thick or we don't know where east is (ha, ha). Either way, we are off to bed without seeing it.
The islands out in the bay are like sentinels watching over us and keeping us safe from monsters of the deep. We heard howling on the biggest island - which is heavily wooded. Are there possibly coyotes out there? Full moon is tonight.
We hung out at the camper watching the tide recede. Six hours is a long time when you are waiting for time to pass and there are only so many cherries one can eat in one afternoon! In the end Rich and I went for a bike ride to investigate the provincial park nearby. It is up on the bluff so the view from there was awesome. The tide was at its lowest. Where motor boats had been zooming around earlier, there were now islands of rock, river channels and mud. It is a great camping spot, but since there was no hook-up we had elected to stay at the private campground. 
On our way back to the campground we passed a local restaurant selling clams and other seafood. They had been really busy all day since it was Canada Day. We decided to collect mom and have dinner there. We had a good laugh while waiting for our order. A group of foreign diners ordered a huge amount of food and when their steamed clams arrived they tucked in but were soon calling the server over to complain about the sand in their food. The three other tables in the restaurant all went silent listening to the complaint. Nobody could believe that they would complain about the sandy seafood - after all it was fresh out of the sea. Our order arrived minutes after theirs was returned to the kitchen - did they just give us their discarded clams? No matter - they tasted great.
We have spent the evening waiting for the full moon to rise - either the cloud cover is too thick or we don't know where east is (ha, ha). Either way, we are off to bed without seeing it.
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