Halifax, with a population of only a little over 400k, has ten universities – is that not wild? In the short time I spent there doing laundry and posting the last blog, I felt a good vibe. Alas, I’m eager to leave most cities shortly after I arrive, overwhelmed by the amount of things to do. Unlike the automatic satisfaction I get from hiking a mountain or seeing something in nature, it takes more than a few days to really take in the culture of a big city. It’s amazing what I haven’t yet experienced back home in Toronto, let alone every metropolis I drive through on this trip.
The Bay of Fundy at Hopewell Rocks, New Brunswick, is worth a quick visit. The tide can rise up to fifty feet, the highest in the world. With the tide out, you can walk on the ocean floor and boats sit stranded on the sand way below their docks. You need to stick around for six hours to see it in action, which I did not do. A twenty-minute hike in the opposite direction takes you to the Mud Flats, which are, well, muddy, and flat.
I entered the US via Maine. I guess when you tell the border guard that you’re unemployed, just sold your home, only have a hundred dollars in your wallet, and, are travelling to the US for an indefinite period of time, this raises some flags? I was detained for an hour, given the third degree by a border guard, who was actually quite nice about it, just doing her job. As I waited inside, out of sight-line of my car inspection, I started to get a little nervous when I witnessed the guard return twice for more supplies. What was she doing, taking fingerprints? I’m finally called back up to the counter.
Guard: Well, do you want the good news or the bad news first?
Me: I didn’t think there would be any bad news.
Guard: Your story checks out, it genuinely looks like you’re on a road trip.
Me: And the bad news?
Guard: I spilled my entire protein shake all over your car, and I’m really sorry. I tried to clean it up as best as I could.
Relieved, I laughed it off and said it’s probably an improvement to the current splattered dead bug finish. So into the US I went.
First stop was Acadia National Park in Maine. What a delight, I’d definitely come back. Hiking for every level. Mountains to climb and great ocean views. The warm sun and lack of snow certainly heightened the experience.
All in a day in Cape Cod, Massachusetts – a scenic drive down their C shaped Highway 6, a hike through the swamp, a rollerblade down part of their twenty-five mile long bike path, a walk on the beach through sand dunes, a salt water taffy binge, a stroll through a cemetery with stones dating back to the 1700s and freshly bloomed cherry blossom trees. As I walked over the graves I imagined the bodies in their decayed state, worms running through eye sockets, and I realized I am the product of watching too many horror films. I stopped at the Edward Gorey House, on recommendation from my dear friend Sally. I love his style of drawing, mostly crosshatch black ink, dark in colour and genre. Gorey is best known for his book the Gashlycrumb Tinies, an illustrated A-Z book of the impending deaths of twenty-six children. A is for Amy who fell down the stairs. Z is for Zilah who drank too much gin. What morbid fun! I would have loved to have met this eccentric man who passed away in 2000.
That’s a wrap for this post. Much love and thanks for reading along.