St. Martins
We woke up to a foggy morning but decided it would be a
good day to go for a drive to St. Martins.
Maybe the fog would lift before we got there. It didn’t.
We didn’t see anything.
St. Martins is a lovely fishing village in a sheltered bay
with some interesting caves in the rock.
The caves are only accessible during low tide and we timed it
right. As we walked across the stony
beach towards the caves, we found there was a little stream that we’d have to
cross. We walked alongside the stream
all the way to where it flows into the bay, not able to find any spot narrow
enough to jump across. Oh well. Dry shoes are highly over-rated! It was well worth it.
What’s also unique about St. Martins is that there are two
covered bridges crossing a river that flows into the bay. And in between, is the tourist info booth, a
replica lighthouse. The dome is from a real lighthouse.
The fog lifted a bit so we decided to go look for the real
lighthouse. By the time we found it, the
bay was engulfed in fog again and the fog horn blast was going regularly. It’s loud enough to do serious damage to your
ears! We’ll have to return someday when
we can see something.
Black Sand Beach
Steve said he’d heard about a beach with black sand and
suggested we all go have a wiener roast supper there. Black sand?
In New Brunswick?
With Steve and Kelly’s directions we drove out towards
Lorneville, past a power generating plant and then down the roughest gravel
road ever. Given all the potholes, it
hadn’t been maintained in years.
The reward was worth it.
What a beautiful beach with black sand, derived from graphite
deposits. We built a campfire right on
the sand and enjoyed hot dogs and s’mores.
The tide was coming in fast, but we were set up above the high-tide
line. It was a an incredibly calm
evening to sit and watch the sunset over the water. What a lovely evening.
A time lapse of five minutes between these two pictures.
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