Hurricane Dorian had been cruel to Kejimkujik National Park. Sadly they’d closed all their trails. While I was disappointed I couldn’t explore it like I wanted to, I still drove around exploring what I could.
I booked a ferry to New Brunswick that left at 11 am from a town called Digby. With a tight schedule to make it there on time, I’d minimized my stops as I ventured towards the docks. Being on the road so much I’ve seen the autumn colors appearing more frequently everyday. Crimson leaves now stood out among a sea of green as they waved back and forth in the morning breeze.
Off in the distance I could see my vessel, waiting patiently for its passengers by the docks. I’d made it there in good time, a calming relief. It wasn’t long before I’d driven up the ramp and parked my car. As I walked up the stairs I found the perfect spot beside one of the windows where I settled in and appreciated the view.
In only a few hours the ferry had traversed across the Bay of Fundy and made port in the town of Saint John, New Brunswick.
I was feeling pretty exhausted, the lack of sleep from the night before was taking its toll. Due to this I sat in my car for a bit, looking up places to see and catching up on a few things. After some time had passed I set out to explore the city.
The first destination I’d chosen to see was Prince William Street. An array of old buildings standing strong and tall through the years greeted me as I arrived, giving the many onlookers a glimpse into the past.
Another popular area I simply had to see was the Reversing Falls. It was similar to the tidal bore I’d seen in Truro, where an influx of water from the ocean would reverse the flow from the river. As I arrived, the great influx of water from the morning tide was returning back to sea, leaving interesting looking bumps on the rivers surface.
I’d planned to drive out to Fredericton the next day so I said my farewell to Saint John and began venturing north. I was making good time but soon an impassable obstacle lay before me. The road was gone! A construction project to rebuild part of the road was underway and my only way to Fredericton was to backtrack around 20 km.
Sometimes what might appear as negative at first actually works out for the positive in the end. Sure enough, right by the end of the road a little farm was selling maple syrup and honey and I decided I’d waltz on over to take a peek. As I got close to the door a bunch of noisy ducks nearby announced my arrival and a man came out to greet me. For some reason I have a knack for running into pastors. The friendly gentleman began to talk to me about the bible and his walk with God. He seemed so fulfilled in life, with a deep sense of peace and joy that encompassed his personality. In a kind gesture he gave me some Chaga Tea, a rare and expensive delicacy. While I’d enjoyed our conversations it was time to say farewell and find a place to camp. I managed to find a nice campground about 30 minutes outside Fredericton where a day of adventures came to its close as I took to my pillow at last.
