We left the Bay of Fundy even though I wasn’t ready. Maybe I wouldn’t have been ready until the first snow blew in, or they closed all the campgrounds for the season and I was only left with a Walmart parking lot. I think it fitting that we left Nova Scotia on the ferry that goes from Digby to St. John, New Brunswick. It is a big ferry crossing a big body of water. It took us two and a half hours to cross and it was a rough crossing. I watched the water and it seemed the roughness, the waves, were created by the emptying of the Bay of Fundy of its vast amounts of water. It was close to high tide when we drove to the dock an hour before departure and thus the tide was going out by the time we were crossing.
My photography didn’t do justice to the wonder I felt as I stood and looked over the tidal flats at low tide and the speed with which the water comes in. I took many photos but as I reviewed them for this post, it feels something like trying to document a daisy one petal at a time (my daughter’s analogy for trying to photograph the Swiss Alps.) Maybe I would learn how if I took another 10,000 photos – but alas we had to move on.
An all terrain vehicle and a clam digger.
Maybe words will help me. During a 12 hour tidal period (2 low & high tides), 115,000 billion tons of water move through the bay from the Atlantic and back back again. The highest tides are in the Minas Basin, a bay going into Nova Scotia, at Burntcoat Head of 14.5 meters (47.5 feet) with an extreme range of 16.3 meters (53.5 feet). (Wikipedia and Guinness Book of World Records) Most amazing of all, the landmass of Nova Scotia tilts with the changing weight of tides.
Everywhere we went, we watched for a few minutes to determine if the tide was coming in or going out. We would focus on a rock at the edge of the water to see if it became submerged or it was left more visible. We watched the currents of large rivers to determine if water was flowing downstream or upstream. We ventured a guess as to where the high-tide marks were. Yes, we were fascinated with the flow of the tides.
A New Day: Living Life Almost Gracefully 
The name conjures up visions of centuries ago. 🙂
I am thinking of getting a 24 or 21mm-equivalent lens for my camera. to take landscapes. Then I can get some foreground into the shot to increase the sense of depth.
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Loved this! The pictures and the descriptions. The Bay of Fundy is a place I’ve always wanted to see. I feel I’m getting closer….
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You would love it, Donna.
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As you travel up north…I was wondering what you had heard about your winter home? Hope it’s in a safe place.
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Thanks for asking. We won’t know until sometime after Sunday. The most worrisome is predicted storm surge of 6-10 ft. because we are ground level and are probably just a couple of feet about sea level and canals off Naples Bay are just across the street. We feel compelled to watch news, but also try to not think about it because we are powerless to do anything about it. There is a mandatory evacuation order for our neighborhood.
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