16.09.2013 - 16.09.2013 67 °F
Morning arrived. Still a bit sore from yesterday, but the legs were working. When I glanced out the window, I noticed a gorgeous sunrise. I took a hot shower, shaved and felt revived. Our plan was to take my cycle and drive the 3.5 km, park and walk down an embankment to a path from which we could watch the arrival of the daily tidal bore. We made a quick breakfast in our room, then headed out. Upon reaching the spot and we had been told to arrive at least 40 minutes early, we explored the area which was a tidal marsh. In days of old, the Acadians had settled here and built dykes to hold back the salt water that filled the muddy tidal flats every day. They set up a system within the dykes that allowed fresh water into the land but kept the salt water out. The land became extremely fertile. We met several people on the path that went all the way into downtown Truro. What we observed initially was an empty river basin, with some shallow pools of water. These mud flats had quite high sides. As we were talking to one couple from the area, Linda heard a noise and pointed to a bend where we saw an approaching 2-3 foot wave of water heading our way. In reality, the water within the channel had been moving out to sea but was now being pushed backwards by the incoming tide. It was an incredible sight, a part of nature, both geological and meteorological , and something we had never seen anything like before. The water was roiling and in less than fifteen minutes, the entire mudflats was covered with a flowing river of water. Linda took a video of the event. We hurried downstream, back to the Inn to watch it enter that area. We had thought about going to two areas about an hour away to see the same event and take a walking tour of the flats at lows tide, but it was too late and we decided to do it Wednesday. Burncoat is one of the places and has the highest reported tidal changes in the world, over forty feet. We had been told by the Inn owners that they had had some who were disappointed by the tidal bore because the time of month has a lot to do with the height and dynamicness of the tidal bore. Apparently, we were close enough to the full moon to give us what we saw. It was something we shall never forget and Linda posted her video on Facebook.
Still feeling some of the effects from our walking adventure in Victoria Park, we decided to take it easy today and head into town to do laundry again. When our clothes began to look like they could stand on their own, it became laundry time. We headed into town and found a coin laundry near the tourist information center we had visited yesterday. I took my I-Pad with me so I could read a little of Robert Parker's last novel from his Spencer series: "Sixkill." Linda loaded a machine (we just threw everything into one load, committing that laundry faux of mixing colors). Linda went out for coffee, and the young woman managing the laundromat told us about these delicious oat cakes dipped in chocolate that had my salivary glands working overtime. My luck, the coffee shop only receives them on Thursdays. I harassed the young lady, but as usual, Linda came to her rescue and I was the victim of female double-teaming!
By the time our laundry was done, I had completed several chapters and it was time for lunch. Seeking a true culinary treat, we ended up, of course, at McDonalds and truly enjoyed a McLobster Sandwich, a first for us. This, at least, made up for that horrid, emotionally destabilizing experience I encountered at the abridged McDonalds I had walked to in Quispamsit, New Brunswick. We hung around afterwards to meet up with Walter, a fellow Harley rider to whom I had been introduced by Dave, the web designer and manager for the Minuteman H.O.G. Chapter in Dartmouth, Ma. Walter rode in on a beautiful Softtail, and we had a great chat, followed by a photo op that he posted on Facebook and suitable for the cover of H.O.G. Magazine!!! He gave us some valuable insight into the area and told us some great stories about some of his riding experiences. We are getting together tomorrow and riding to Halifax, which should be a lot of fun, riding with a native Nova Scotian!
Then off we went in search of a couple of Nova Scotia mugs, as we are sick and tired of tea in styrofoam cups! This turned out to be more of a challenge than we expected, as most of the mugs Linda found truly would yield one a "spot of tea.". The trail led to the Indian museum where Linda came up with two moose mugs (that's a short aliteration). As she was leaving, so was a young woman who was a member of the "First Nation" and gave us a crash course on the Mi'kmaq tribe, native to Nova Scotia. They did not quite work out the same lucrative deal with the government that our Native Americans did. No casinos!
It started to rain, and we decided we weren't into riding out in rain later for dinner, so we did what any red blooded American would do, we picked up soup and sandwich from Subway and took them back to the Inn, covered the cycles and relaxed for the evening. Also set up to have dinner on Wednesday with Diane, our trip angel from the Nova Scotia Tourism Council. She is actually staying at the same Inn where we are now. We decided to spend one additional night here and reduce our stay in Digby by one night.
Well, now that I am caught up with the blog, I can hit the sack!