We walked the Fundy Shore

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.