Today was a four-hour drive, and thank goodness it was on a nicely paved road. Driving through Canada continues to amaze me — the endless forests of pine and other trees stretch in every direction, and the variety of greens is absolutely spectacular.
As we pulled into the campground, the rain began to fall. Setting up in the drizzle wasn’t ideal, but we managed. We’re staying at Headquarters Campground, one of five within the park. After settling in, we headed to the nearby visitor centre — a surprisingly small space. A couple of other visitors came in behind us and left disappointed; there wasn’t even a movie or slideshow, and I didn’t see a single poster or display about the park’s features. It was underwhelming.
Since it was only lightly raining, we decided to walk into town — until we realized Scotty didn’t have his wallet. So, back to the visitor centre we went, and then we finally drove into Alma.
Alma has a population of just 200. As you’d expect in a town that size, everyone knows everyone — and probably their business too. The kids attend school in a neighboring town with only 75 students from kindergarten through fifth grade. After that, they’re bused to the next town over. Groceries? A one-hour drive each way. One young waitress — probably in her 30s — told us it’s like living in the 1950s.
We had dinner at Tipsy Tails, a cozy local spot, and enjoyed a delicious craft beer from Pump House — a refreshing tangerine and grapefruit shandy. I’d love to find some to bring home.
One of the most fascinating things about the Bay of Fundy is its tide — the highest in the world, with changes up to 50 feet. When we arrived at Tipsy Tails, boats were docked on dry ground. But by the time we left, the water had already begun rising to meet them. Earlier, at low tide, we watched people walking far out on the exposed ocean floor.
Nature (God) is truly amazing.
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