Leaving Friday night I headed straight for Moncton, New Brunswick, and after a few other stops (see next post) arrived at the northern edge of the Bay of Fundy with my banana boat still attached to the car.
Saturday afternoon I visited Hopewell Rocks Park, bought my admission ticket, and signed a waiver at the Interpretive Centre releasing them from any potential disaster. Then I drove to the location where the kayak instructors and tour guides put in for the the tours.
High tide was on it's way. If you want to kayak at Hopewell Rocks, you have to do so at high tide, because at low tide you can walk in the spots covered with as much as 20-25' of water at high tide.
I spent a few hours in the water. I rode up and down the waves appearing and disappearing to the watching crowds on the sea cliffs, and then made my way to the protected little coves of sea stacks. I backed into tight crevices, and paddled back out again. I explored the rugged coast line and the flower pot formations. I chatted with onlookers in the stairwell which at low tide takes people down to the beach, and became a photo op for the other tourists. I avoided going under Lover's Arch, because the waves were too big, and I did not feel like getting smashed between the water and the top of the stone archway.
The water was far too turbulent for me to get out my camera, and take some photos, so my D-40 stayed in the little gortex bag.
I am going to be headed back without question. This is a world class adventure location, and can be experienced with a little adventure, or with complete leisure. This is a first stop on holidays to Canada as far as I am concerned, and as for now, I can check it of my Bucket List of 1,000 things to do before I die. Paddling the Bay of Fundy, and going back to walk where you paddled is more fun than driving a banana car. Yep, its true - I'm a Fundy now.