Have you found a face in nature for Bearyweather’s Find a Face in Nature challenge yet? I keep finding faces in the images of the rocks from Hopewell Rocks in New Brunswick. Since Bearyweather didn’t specify it had to be a human face, I decided to use this image for the challenge.
What do you see? (I’ll let you know what I see after the break.)
I mentioned in my Hopewell Rocks post that M and I explored the area while we were waiting for low tide. Behind the Hopewell Rocks Interpretive Centre is a trail that leads to Demoiselle Beach. It’s a lovely, sandy, and very quiet area (at least while we there — the family you see in the above photo left shortly after we arrived, the children having obviously enjoyed the mud). The beach is framed by rock formations on one end and a salt marsh on the other.
Hopewell Rocks is a good place to experience the tides of the Bay of Fundy. Also known as Flowerpot Rocks, the base of the rocks are covered twice a day at high tide. At low tide you can view and explore the rocks from ground level.
Once upon a time, a very long time ago (going on 20 years, I think) in a land far away, I took a fall down a long, steep set of metal stairs in a castle ruin. It happened in Scotland, and I obviously lived to tell about it, but during the fall I wasn’t sure I would. Even M had thoughts of having to take me home in a body bag. We both agree it seemed to take hours for me to reach the bottom although it was probably a matter of seconds. I miraculously made it to the bottom with almost no injuries (a cut, a missing fingernail, a little mud on my nose).
When we started planning our trip to the Canadian Maritimes, M had the Bay of Fundy on his wish list of places to visit. I’d heard of it, but wondered if tides could be impressive. Most of my experiences with watching the tide come in or go out were at the Jersey (as in New Jersey) shore growing up. Our parents loaded us all into the station wagon early on a Saturday in August and off we went for two weeks of sand, sea, and sun. Being a person of the fair skinned variety, I suffered many a sunburn. Burn and peel were pretty much the norm for the first week. A good case of sun poisoning was not uncommon. After that I would develop my version of a tan which tends to be reddish enough to look like a sunburn. We didn’t have sunscreen in those days, and if I ever do see a dermatologist, I’m sure she will be shocked to learn I used the baby oil and iodine solution that was so popular in those days. Might as well have deep fried me. Heh.