Fundy is renowned for its huge tidal surges, but that wasn’t the only ups and downs I experienced there.  After sending Russ on his way to the ferry across to Nova Scotia, I headed up the coast to Fundy National Park. I don’t know what it is about Apple Maps—I like it, but it is always WAY OFF in its time estimates. What it called a five hour trip took closer to eight. 

Of course, Apple Maps wasn’t entirely to blame for the difference.  On entering Fundy National Park, I decided to stop and stretch my legs, enjoy the view of Wolfe Lake, and let the dogs pee. I loaded them back on the passenger side, closed the door, walked around to the driver’s side, and just as my hand reached for the door handle, I heard it. “Click.” There was Moe’s grinning face looking out the window, his foot firmly on the door lock button. 

I won’t repeat what I said, but more than a few heads turned. The keys were inside, along with my phone, my purse—in short, everything. Fortunately (thank you, Canada, for adequately staffing your park visitor centers) there were park staff inside who were able to figure out who  to call in such a circumstance, and the Alma fire chief drove 20 kilometers at what was probably his supper time to get my car unlocked. Took him quite a while, the whole time assuring me “In 20 years, there’s never been been a car I couldn’t get into.” I think he was afraid of ruining his perfect record when the lock finally gave way and I was on my way again. 

My second ‘surprise’ of the Canadian trip: the cost of gas! (Sure, $120 Canadian is only $  American, but still!)

I only stayed two nights at Fundy: just time enough to take in the tides, some hikes, and a lobster roll before heading out early on Monday for Nova Scotia. It deserved more time, as the scenery was lovely (and the weather was finally sunny).