Oh Canada!

Now, here I must insert a disclaimer that this is not my first trip to Canada. During my Hockey Mom years, the team earned a position in a Canadian tournament called Silver Sticks. The victory in winning that spot was well celebrated by the parents, and I’m sure a few of the kids as well. Our trip was by bus – strong bloody Mary’s in hand as the excursion bus left very early one morning. I was comatose (from the drive and the alcohol) by ten. We had many adventures with this group and those will be told here on this blog – someday.

This time we arrived at St. John and the Bay of Fundy in New Brunswick, Canada. My excursion for the morning was not the average three hour tour – and yes, you should be humming Gilligan’s Island now – or at least have it running through your head. This tour of the island’s most picturesque areas was led by a commercial photographer.

As an adventurous group, we walked the beach, pink clouds still present in the early morning. We shot pictures at LePreau Falls, and caught the tumultuous waters as the Bay and the river fought for dominance. And of course, as pictured above, the mist fervently clinging to its existence as the sun did its best to burn it away.

I shot over 650 pictures on this trip. I am going through them slowly.

The excursion was mystical with its bright autumn sky and brilliant fall colors. Every morning, I snapped photos of where we docked, often before the sun has fully risen. From a photographic stand, it was a great trip!

Our next stop was Halifax, Nova Scotia. On our excursion, (my husband and I) we had a stop at Peggy’s Cove – the quintessential snapshot of a fishing village. Again, our weather was perfect – sunny and cool but cold. We toured the town of Halifax by bus, our tour guide pointing out the cemetery that held the remains of over a 100 Titanic casualties. The rest of the group had an all day excursion that included a tasty lunch of clam chowder.

In the town of Sydney, talented artists and another magical place. That night, we sailed up the St. Lawrence Seaway toward our final destination – Quebec.

It should be noted, other than losing and then finding my sunglasses, there were no calamities for a few days.

To be continued…