|It has been raining now for 3 days. Although I understand that the farmers are in desperate need of rain, I wish there were some way to just deposit the wet stuff on their fields and leave the coast roads open for my wandering and photographic pleasure. (Yeah, I know ~ waaa-waaa-waaa!)
Today I had to make a trip over to Five Islands to pick up my mail, so I decided to have a “museum day”. I headed into Parrsboro to the Fundy Geological Museum. As museums go it was pretty small, but very informative. Some of the fun factoids I picked up:
Nova Scotia is one of the few places in the world that has all 3 types of rocks representing all of the geological time periods of the earth’s history.
It was once part of the supercontinent, Pangea. When the continent separated, the bottom half became what is now Africa and the same red cliffs that we see here can also be found in Morocco, North Africa.
I know it’s hard to tell from my pictures of bay water and mud flats how dramatic the changes are in the Bay of Fundy tides. To give you a better perspective on what’s going on here, consider this:
The amount of water flowing in and out of the Bay during a tidal change has the same amount of force as 25 million horses pulling together.
How much water? 100 billion tons of water in each 12 hour tidal cycle. That is enough water to fill 40 million Olympic sized swimming pools ~ or ~
It would take 1 year, 8 months & 4 days for the same amount of water to flow over Niagara Falls.
These high, forceful tides erode the sea cliffs and expose a very well-preserved geological history dating back 500 million years. The rocks, minerals and fossils found here tell an amazing story of colliding continents, changing climates, ancient environments and the very first inhabitants (think dinosaurs).
By the time I left the museum the rain was starting to ease up. After a late lunch the clouds had cleared so I decided to take a side trip to see if I could find the remains of Carrs Brook Wharf in Lower Economy. It was once the site of a shipbuilding operation and schooners sailed from here loaded down with the timber that is so plentiful in the surrounding area. Driving down a single lane gravel road that parallels the brook I found what appeared to be the stockade fencing for an abandoned fort. It was actually the remains of the wharf pilings that are now over 100 years old. The surrounding banks were occupied by a few folks in campers who came to fish for striped bass. With the tide out and the shoreline eroded away to mud flats, it was hard to imagine tall-masted schooners sailing in and out of this spot. As I sifted through some of the rocks, admiring all of the different types and colors of agate, I was rewarded with a small fossilized, webbed footprint in a piece of sandstone. Guess I’ll have to make another trip to the museum so the naturalist there can identify it for me.