It’s hard to believe that nearly a year has gone by since we wandered through Canada’s Maritime Provinces. Until now, Peggy’s Cove is the only stop I’ve shared here—but there were so many unforgettable places. One that lingers vividly is our visit to Hopewell Rocks at the Bay of Fundy.
While you can only glimpse the famous Hopewell Rocks from a distance if the tide is high, we arrived when the ocean had drawn back revealing a world not everyone gets to see. We stood on the ocean floor itself, reaching out to touch the towering formations shaped over centuries by the relentless rise and fall of the sea.
Carved into the jagged coastline, the Hopewell Rocks jut out into the Bay of Fundy, known for having some of the highest tides on Earth. Every few hours, the landscape changes as the sea rises as much as 50 feet, swallowing shorelines and leaving its mark on everything it engulfs.
We wandered among ancient rocks and sea caves, knowing the mighty, muddy tide would soon return to claim them again. It’s a place of raw beauty and geological history—a natural wonder etched with time and tide.
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Totally fabulous. And thanks you for liking my poems.
Gwen.
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Thank you! And what’s not to like about your poetry? Always captivating!
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A great place for a visit. You captured some great shots. Happy Friday. Allan
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Thank you so much! It’s a bit magical in my opinion. Happy weekend to you.
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This reminds me of the landlocked Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs. You look at those sandstone formations and wonder, “What in God’s name took place here to generate this upheaval?” Also, you comment about the rarity of low tide reminded me of our visit to the Cliffs of Mohr on the west coast of Ireland. We stopped by on a postcard-perfect afternoon and thought nothing of it, until the locals told us the Cliffs are shrouded in fog 95% of the time. Lucky you, lucky us!
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I was nervous the whole time we were standing beside the rock formations, fearing the tide would come in with one massive whoosh! Thankfully, it did not. And just so you know – we were at the Cliffs of Mohr and guess what? It was foggy! Thanks for the comment, Dave.
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