Adrenelin Rush in the Tidal Bore

After Lunenberg and the "ovens," we traveled up the Acadia coast (eastern coast of Nova Scotia) to the lovely village of Digby. Here the Bells and Kings biked down an abondoned railroad track into town for dinner and a rock concert on the village green. Unfortunately the concert was quickly scuttled by a rain storm. The next day the Kings and Bells played golf at a beautful mountainous course which is part of the Digby Pines Resort. The next day we traveled on, passing through Anapolis Royal. What a beutiful village that was bustling with a farmers market, and regaled the villagers with a band concert. From Anapolis Royal we finally arrived in Brookfield near Maitland at the very eastern end of the Bay of Fundy. Along the way Mom and Dad stopped into a winery, the Muir Winery. We bought a white and a red. That night the Bells and Kings feasted on lobster and then the next day (today) we all motored over to the River Rafting adventure near Maitland.

I'll let Dad describe the tidal bore adventure:

"So we rose early to arrive at the rafting place by 8:00 AM. The tidal bore is a series of enormous rapids that result from the rushing inflow of the Bay of Fundy tide. We motor out in 16 foot Zodiacs powered by a 60 HP Mercury outboard. There were 8 rafts with six people to a raft. The Kings and Bells shared a raft with two intrepid ladies from Indiana- Linda and Anna Gale. Our raftsman was named Kurt, who was an aspiring culinary student and chef in his off months. We traveled about 6 miles up the Shubernacadie River, that runs south from the end of the Bay of Fundy. Because the river acts like a funnel the tide rips into the river like a freight train rising more than 25 feet in a matter of minutes. This produced huge rapids with waves that exceeded 12 feet at times. The raftsman steered up the river with the tide into the teeth of these huge waves. The sensation is one of a sardine in a Cuisinart. We gripped the lines along the gunwale and leaned in with terror as the tiny raft lunged up and down in the maelstrom. We entered what Kurt called the Deadly K and the Eagles Nest. These were two rapids that produced the highest and most ferocious waves. After the third terrifying run through these rapids, we agreed that enough was enough. Needless to say we were soaked, even though we wore foul weather gear and boots. Arriving back at base camp we all showered and enjoyed a cup of hot chocalate. What an adventure! Here's their web site for shots of the adventure: http://www.tidalborerafting.com

Tommorrow we're off to Louisburgh on the Southeastern coast.