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| Tide you over: the Hopewell Rocks, at low tide. |
Here’s a pro tip, though: when travelling through time zones, be sure to change the clock in your car, lest you err on the timing of something important.
Like a ferry schedule. (Bonus points: especially after a long day of driving.)
Having just driven through mountains cloaked in fog, we pulled onto the ferry at l’Etete, NB. We had planned to catch the next ferry to Campobello Island after the half-hour trip to Deer Island – while hopefully seeing some whales and seals along the way.
As we settled in between a truck and a bus, we were told the last ferry was to leave at 7 p.m. – a couple hours earlier than anticipated. The clock on the dashboard flashed 6:30.
The keen reader, of course, will have already figured out it was really an hour later locally.
Thankfully, the ferry back to L’Etete was free – but we saw no whales or seals.
As waves of ink spilled across the sky and bright sparks forked to Earth, we finally pulled into the border town of Calais, ME. Pathetic fallacy, methinks. The Calais Motor Inn seems stuck in a 1950s time warp – and that may also be the last time the floor was cleaned, too. But, it's home for the night.
Despite the later setbacks, however, our morning flowed with the timing of a tidal schedule. Literally.
Several hours after leaving our home base in New Ross, we stopped at the Hopewell Rocks and its distinctive flowerpot rock formations. As with other sites along the Bay of Fundy, the region is home to the world’s highest tides, leaving miles of red clay-filled mud flats stretching out in front of you. Six hours later, they are covered by more than 50 feet of water each day.
It was a day filled with good times, just not always accurate ones.
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