[But a side note on the realities of the rain and the tinkering of the Scamp interior: I love my front dinette. I've only used it sporadically on my shorter trips, but I've eaten more meals here, done more writing on the tabletop, than I ever expected to, and it's just plain brilliant. So many things Dad and I have done in here to make it awesome (I'm particularly fond of the PVC shelving in the closet), but hands-down, tearing out the front couch to build that dinette was the best thing we ever did.]
It was rainy when I got to Grand Pre and set up at the Land of Evangeline Campground, which is less a campground and more an RV park for seasonals. I've stayed in a few of these recently and I've finally figured out why they bug me: they're not for camping. The people who have their campers parked there for the season, it's more like a neighborhood than a campground, houses more than campers, and their lives are mostly lived inside. That means that you don't have people out in their chairs around a campfire (lit or not), you don't have people eating their meals on the picnic tables, you don't run into people in the bathroom. With the exception of the owner of the place in Yarmouth, I didn't talk to a single, solitary person in the three days I was in that campground. And that, I think, is why I miss the provincial parks so much.
|Evangeline Beach, Grand Pre|
I first went to the Blue Beach Fossil Museum and went fossil hunting. I don't understand all the paleontological terms and such (more research necessary, since I retain things better when I read them), but this is one of the earliest fossil sites on the planet, or something. Strictly a Mom and Pop kind of museum, but that's okay. It was blustery, but not raining, so I went down to the beach to look for fossils. I could find fossils of bones and teeth (fairly rare), some plants, some tracks, but mostly I was looking for fossils of ripple marks. Go figure, that's what I wanted. And I found two good ones--one for me, one for my niece. I am totally aiding and abetting her rock collection.
|Fossilized ripple marks at Blue Beach.|
By the time I got back to Grand Pre, the sun was out and I was curious about the wineries, so I went to the one closest to my campground. I sampled their whites (not a big fan of reds) and found out lots about Nova Scotia wines, which grapes are Nova Scotia grapes, what makes their wine unique, the short growing season, etc. And I came home with a few bottles of deliciousness that will be perfect on a summer night. (They were kind enough to give me a box to bring them home in and when I got back to the campsite, I wrapped the bottles in maps I'm no longer using.)
That night, the sun was out--and there was a sun dog! I noticed this as I was walking down to the beach before heading in for the night and as I got closer, there were two guys unpacking kites from their car. It was a glorious night for flying a kite on the mud flats at low tide. The wind was enough to keep the kites up, but not enough to be prohibitive. I overheard one of the guys say to the other, "Best fifteen bucks I ever spent!"
|Flying kites on the Bay of Fundy at sunset|
Next Stop: Grand Pre Historic Site.