I was awake and on the road bright and early. With the tide being it’s lowest at 8:36 in the morning I wasn’t gonna let myself miss out. A short little drive took me to my destination for the day, Hopewell Rocks, the home of the highest tides in the world.
Soon I was walking down the trail that led to the beach, an area famous for its odd looking rocks that’d been worn down by the daily surge of water.
As I began my exploring on the beach a nearby attendant informed me that the water was rising 39 feet that day! With the gaps between low tide and high tide being only 6 hours, the enormous influx of water that would soon arrive was a staggering thought.
I took my time walking up and down the beach, making sure I saw everything it had to offer before the inevitable tide washed my footsteps away.
The park rangers began to guide people back towards to stairs as the water began to rise dramatically. Within minutes your exit could easily be cut off and you’d be stranded in a cove surrounded by cliffs. Every time the water would near it’s cut off point the rangers would hurry us all to the next area where we’d be able to admire the change for a short while before being moved along once again. The rangers did a good job, nobody was forgotten and they would allow you to stay in an area until the last minute or two which was perfect.
Now with so many people around, cameras were always out and two asian ladies nearby wanted a picture with Winnie. I warned them that she might jump up on them and get them muddy if they took the leash but they said it was alright. Sure enough they wanted the perfect picture and got Winnie all excited, well with muddy paws she jumped up and got their pure white sweat pants covered. They were good sports about it, laughing as they returned the leash . I must admit, it was a proud dog dad moment as I stood there chuckling to myself at the hilarity of the situation.
The rising tide was covering the last exit and the park ranger I’d been chatting with let me be the last one off the beach for the bragging rights which was pretty nice.
I booked a much needed oil change in the nearby town of Moncton. With a full day to spare before my appointment I decided I’d drive up to Kouchibouguac National Park, where I’d be able to spend a day hiking before returning to Moncton. By the time I arrived in the park it was dark, so I pitched my tent under the stars and finally dozed off.
