There’s a reason the Bay of Fundy draws tourists from around the world, and it’s not exactly because it has the highest tides in the world. It’s because here, you can do the impossible: you can walk on the ocean floor. No scuba gear required.
On the coast of the Bay of Fundy, just north of Saint John, New Brunswick is the small town of St. Martins, where at low tide you can not only explore the ocean floor, but walk into caves along the shoreline.
I have never seen better proof of the power of paternal affection than watching my husband pack the car up for our camping trip last week. Gary hates camping. Actually, hate might be too soft. He abhors the idea with every fiber of his being. Years of Army training combined with the reality that bugs of all varieties find him delicious exhausted all his patience for being out in the woods many years before I met him.
But we have a four-year-old, and she really wanted to go camping. (Admittedly, there may have been some coaching by Momma, who believes that camping is an essential childhood experience.) I found Parks Canada’s version of glamping – the oTENTik – online and reserved one at the Cavendish campground, assuring Gary that I didn’t mind taking Amelia myself (which was true).
Having been promised that there were actual beds in the oTENTik, and faced with his daughter’s excitement over the impending camping trip, Gary gamely signed on.
And bought 5 cans of bug spray.
4 days of beachcombing, COWS ice cream, coffee on the peaceful dock overlooking the salt marsh, campfires, and many s’mores later, we were headed home and my husband informed us that he actually enjoyed the trip and would go back! I can’t imagine a more ringing endorsement than that.
If you’re thinking of checking out the oTENTiks in the Prince Edward Island National Park for yourself, read on for answers to the questions we had before we went. Continue reading →
If Rissers Beach is my favourite swimming spot, Crescent Beach is my favourite running spot. Although Crescent Beach is a beautiful place I’ve never come here to swim, always passing it by for Rissers, its more amenable neighbour beach with the ice cream, real washrooms, changing facilities, and picnic tables.
It wasn’t until I took up running that I began to truly appreciate Crescent Beach.