Our Mantra for Day Three was "Do not get lost, Do NOT get lost, DO NOT GET LOST!" We started off the day with a delicious breakfast at Cora's and then a quick jaunt to Hopewell Rocks- home of the highest tides in the world. Everyday, twice a day, 100-BILLION-TONNES of water moves slowly in and out of the Bay of Fundy. The result is a change in water levels of about 40 feet and is quite spectacular. During low tide you have the opportunity to walk "on the ocean floor", as the tide starts to come in you can climb up way too many stairs and watch the water levels rise from the safety of a platform.
LOW TIDE
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| If you look carefully between the rocks in the middle of the picture, you can see the staircase you climb to get down to the beach. |
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| The rock in the left of the picture that is slightly hour glass shaped is where we are standing in the picture before this one. As you can see, the water is rising! | |
HIGHish TIDE
Charles also took quite a few pictures (but we will probably never see them).
And, just for good measure, here is a picture of a dog my mom fell in love with.
And he reminded me of...
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| Sam the Sheepdog! |
After we were done at the rocks we headed back into Moncton and decided to check out the magnetic hill. Now I should have know that the idea of a truly magnetic hill that will actually pull your car up it seemed just too good too be true. But, since everyone else wanted to, off to the hill we went. Five dollars later we were pearched at the top of the hill looking down, skeptically (may I add). So Charles drove to the bottom, put the car in neutral and lo and behold- up that hill we went. All of us started screaming and laughing (once again like a bunch of idiots)- even Charles seemed pretty darn impressed. Once at the top we of course had to do it again..and again. Once the novelty wore off we went on our way.
Needless to say the magnetic hill was a tourist trap, nothing more than an optical illusion ("Ovaltine
? A crummy commercial? Son of a..."). It definitely had Donna, my mom, and I fooled though- and even Charles for a second. It wasnt until over dinner that he actually started thinking about the implications of a truly magnetic hill and the science behind such a thing that he realized it just couldnt be true. I refused to believe him and only believed it later when I read about it on Wikipedia (ha!). I figure Charles is the type of guy who almost certainly used this same logic to figure out why Santa and the Easter bunny couldnt possibly be real...
