I showed them the rugged Fundy Shore
where trees sometimes have difficulty spreading their wings...
and get blown into silvery piles.
Where wounds heal
into gnarled rings.
Where Val found tree surfaces to examine.
and trees watched as Margi passed by.
Where brittle fallen trees block your way.
and streams gurgle towards the shore.
It is a long walk
Judy loved these woods.
Just specks above the waterfall
Across the chasm.
The sun really trying to come through for us.
Rusty Pups always leading the way and waiting for us two legged creatures.
We trailed across rock and mud....
....and spied wasps nests overhead.
Rugged rocks containing Fundy's mighty tides.
A long post for a long walk
but it was our favourite hike.