Day 13

Dieppe, NB to Newport, ME

After detouring around the hurricane, I spent the mrning visiting Hopewell Rocks (Bay of Fundy) and getting very wet before heading for Maine. I drove just past Bangor, Maine and spent the night in Newport.
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On my way to see the Hopewell Rocks, I stopped at a craft store housed in an old barn. I had found my trip "souvenir", a stained glass Blue Nose! Look on the bottom left. Too bad there's no room to pack bigger/more things on a motorcycle... I loved the way the artist actually curved some of the glass to create a billowing sail.

So... just to show you that the effects of the hurricane had not quite left the area... this is what I rode through most of the day.

Above Hopewell Rocks.

It was interesting to see how the tide had carved out its own path.

People, people, people... Beautiful surroundings but too many people for my liking.

The rocks were an interesting compilation of colours and textures.

Obviously the erosion occurs from the ground level up. There were many water made caves which were strictly off limits to the touristas.

What made me wonder is why the water would swirl AROUND to make columns instead of just "attacking" head on.

My original plan was to stick around to see rocks such as this submerge but the day was just too miserable to stick around for another 6 hours or so.

Someone took my picture for me.

Once large columns reduced to "pygmies". Some Japanese tourists obviously into phallic symbols were giggling at this particular set of rocks.

Nice red soil compacted into rock millions of years ago with smaller avalanche rocks of green, white, and black mixed into the striations.

Very majestic looking.

I think they call this formation the Lovers Arch.

I think they should call this the Keyhole.

Here's a close-up of the rocks making up the ocean floor. The variety of colours was outstanding. I wondered if the green rocks were only green because of seaweed. Not so. (Saved a couple of rocks to see.)

And of course, because you're walking on an ocean floor you can expect seaweed. I love touching the stuff. It's feel is quite unique... kind of slimy but also soft and ripply.

I loved these "wafers"...

I suppose some of the layers in the rock are stronger than other layers and create the wafers.

Inside a cavern... those bumps along the edge of the striations that look like water droplets are actually small rocks.

I met a couple from the States who had driven their Harleys to New Brunswick but "cheated" this day. When they heard how miserable the weather was going to be, they rented a car from Saint John to come here.

The rocks certainly formed some interesting shapes.

"Mini" Hopewell Rocks...

...dwarfed by the real things... (note the collapsed columns in the background)...

No... "Mini-rocks" weren't a natural formation. This guide had built up several inukshuks from fallen pieces of rock.

More natural formations farther down the beach. Too bad the place was teeming with people. Maybe I'll edit them all out of this picture later.

The water was very muddy, red like the rocks.

Look carefully at this... starting at the centre of the picture, you can see a "spiral stairway" of small rocks embedded into the larger one.

This was very cool. The area behind this flat rock was hollowed out forming a small cave.

This rock looks like Tyrannosaurus Rex.

A view down the other end of the beach.

After leaving Hopewell Rocks, I got absolutely SOAKED by the rain. My rain jacket was soaked through and both my SS and LS T-shirts were DRIPPING wet. I stopped in Alma at Soprano's Pizza to eat and dry off. (In fact, since no one was in the place at the time, I actually changed my T's right at my table.) Good pizza. This was my server... and... if you see the stiff anywhere, call the cops!

This is what it looked like in Saint John when I got there but you'll notice the clouds were starting to break up.

By the time I got to the border, the sun was actually poking through! This mill would be on the US side (Calais).

And this bronze statue on the Canadian side (St. Stephen).

When I crossed the border (a bridge), I told the American guard that it was a shame that you couldn't stop on the bridge to take pictures. He said to park my bike ahead of his guardhouse and go back to take pictures.

See what I mean? Pretty, isn't it?

And the reflections!!

This was my favourite.
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	After detouring around the hurricane, I spent the mrning visiting Hopewell Rocks (Bay of Fundy) and getting very wet before heading for Maine. I drove just past Bangor, Maine and spent the night in Newport. Return to Main Page
	On my way to see the Hopewell Rocks, I stopped at a craft store housed in an old barn. I had found my trip "souvenir", a stained glass Blue Nose! Look on the bottom left. Too bad there's no room to pack bigger/more things on a motorcycle... I loved the way the artist actually curved some of the glass to create a billowing sail.
	So... just to show you that the effects of the hurricane had not quite left the area... this is what I rode through most of the day.
	Above Hopewell Rocks.
	It was interesting to see how the tide had carved out its own path.
	People, people, people... Beautiful surroundings but too many people for my liking.
	The rocks were an interesting compilation of colours and textures.
	Obviously the erosion occurs from the ground level up. There were many water made caves which were strictly off limits to the touristas.
	What made me wonder is why the water would swirl AROUND to make columns instead of just "attacking" head on.
	My original plan was to stick around to see rocks such as this submerge but the day was just too miserable to stick around for another 6 hours or so.
	Someone took my picture for me.
	Once large columns reduced to "pygmies". Some Japanese tourists obviously into phallic symbols were giggling at this particular set of rocks.
	Nice red soil compacted into rock millions of years ago with smaller avalanche rocks of green, white, and black mixed into the striations.
	Very majestic looking.
	I think they call this formation the Lovers Arch.
	I think they should call this the Keyhole.
	Here's a close-up of the rocks making up the ocean floor. The variety of colours was outstanding. I wondered if the green rocks were only green because of seaweed. Not so. (Saved a couple of rocks to see.)
	And of course, because you're walking on an ocean floor you can expect seaweed. I love touching the stuff. It's feel is quite unique... kind of slimy but also soft and ripply.
	I loved these "wafers"...
	I suppose some of the layers in the rock are stronger than other layers and create the wafers.
	Inside a cavern... those bumps along the edge of the striations that look like water droplets are actually small rocks.
	I met a couple from the States who had driven their Harleys to New Brunswick but "cheated" this day. When they heard how miserable the weather was going to be, they rented a car from Saint John to come here.
	The rocks certainly formed some interesting shapes.
	"Mini" Hopewell Rocks...
	...dwarfed by the real things... (note the collapsed columns in the background)...
	No... "Mini-rocks" weren't a natural formation. This guide had built up several inukshuks from fallen pieces of rock.
	More natural formations farther down the beach. Too bad the place was teeming with people. Maybe I'll edit them all out of this picture later.
	The water was very muddy, red like the rocks.
	Look carefully at this... starting at the centre of the picture, you can see a "spiral stairway" of small rocks embedded into the larger one.
	This was very cool. The area behind this flat rock was hollowed out forming a small cave.
	This rock looks like Tyrannosaurus Rex.
	A view down the other end of the beach.
	After leaving Hopewell Rocks, I got absolutely SOAKED by the rain. My rain jacket was soaked through and both my SS and LS T-shirts were DRIPPING wet. I stopped in Alma at Soprano's Pizza to eat and dry off. (In fact, since no one was in the place at the time, I actually changed my T's right at my table.) Good pizza. This was my server... and... if you see the stiff anywhere, call the cops!
	This is what it looked like in Saint John when I got there but you'll notice the clouds were starting to break up.
	By the time I got to the border, the sun was actually poking through! This mill would be on the US side (Calais).
	And this bronze statue on the Canadian side (St. Stephen).
	When I crossed the border (a bridge), I told the American guard that it was a shame that you couldn't stop on the bridge to take pictures. He said to park my bike ahead of his guardhouse and go back to take pictures.
	See what I mean? Pretty, isn't it?
	And the reflections!!
	This was my favourite. Next Day Return to Main Page