and his friend from Toronto, a couple from Holland who had driven down from Newfoundland and Labrador, a tour guide who did her best to explain to us the science behind the tides, and a few others who had gathered at the river outcrop.
The bore was less dramatic than I remember it being as a kid but it was fun nonetheless.
The guide said that six times more water than the Grand Canyon can hold funnels through there daily. Impressive.
A stop for lunch and a few more hours of riding brought us to Wolfville, home of Acadia University, where we hoped to stay for the night. However, given that it is Canada's Thanksgiving weekend, all the places in town were full. Nicely, the innkeeper where we pulled in assumed we were looking for a place to stay. Before we made it inside, he and his wife had already called around looking on our behalf. So kind. They secured us a room at the Slumber Inn, six mile down the road. We are staying there with dozens of 4x4 drivers who are in the area to race their vehicles on local dirt tracks today. The trailers in the parking lot are stacked with beat up pickup trucks, sedans, go carts and various other vehicles.
It is challenging sharing a small hotel room with someone for a week, especially with so much gear and when your routines and sleeping habits are so different. For it to work you need to compromise and be mindful and respectful of the other's space. Sometimes it works better than others. These trips serve as a reminder to occasionally go above and beyond at home.
We have a 150 miles to go to Yarmouth where we will spend the night before catching the morning ferry back to Portland, Maine tomorrow. I'm looking forward to getting back. I miss Margot, my daily routines and many of the exciting things going on at work.
I hope you're enjoying a warm, dry autumn weekend, wherever you are.
-g.
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Location:Kentville, Canada
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