2004-2006 - The first three years afloat. travel blog


Confederation Bridge

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Tidal Bore - Bay of Fundy

The week in Charlottetown was the first long stay since leaving New York and the reunion. It was a good chance to become familiar with a town and its surroundings. PEI, famous for red earth and potatoes had lots more to offer. Tourist season was at full tilt; red double deck busses and excursion boats were loaded. Both marinas in town held forth with evening dock parties that seemed to compete in decibels and lateness.

It was a great chance for us to re-provision and take care of some of the boat maintenance. Returning from the grocery store it suddenly dawned on us that our wine selection had undergone a dramatic turn. Nothing to do with the content, but a lot to do with the containers. We left Baltimore with a goodly stock of reds and whites in corked bottles. Somewhere north of New York this transitioned to screw tops. And, as we replenished the cellar here in Charlottetown, it all came aboard in boxes. This created a future problem of visiting other trawlers as the box held too much and didn't fit comfortably in those little presentation sacks. Besides, once we got the box aboard it was usually discarded with just the plastic bladders retained for service. Imagine showing up at a potluck with one of those tucked under your arm. Oh, how far we have sunk...all in the name of easier stowage aboard.

Charlottetown's cultural activities occur at the Confederation Centre, where we took in a musical, "Canada Rocks", a play, "Anne of Green Gables" and a regional folk festival. All three reflected the pride in both the Canadian and early ethnic heritage of the country.

During the stay the three day road trip in a rental car to visit Bass River, Nova Scotia, was a welcome change of pace. We covered some beautiful countryside along the Bay of Fundy. After seeing the tidal bore come into Truro at the end of it's flight, we are happy to not be facing this extreme tide in Chapter III. The next day, at low tide, when we walked out to the first Fulton cemetery on an island in the bay will always be a fond memory for the people and the history we found there.

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