This is a view of the motel where we stayed - The Hopewell Rocks Motel & Country Inn. It was minutes from the Hopewell Rocks.
Chris reading up on the Rocks - we'd stopped at the motel to check out our room prior to heading back to Moncton for some lunch.
We dined at Lonestar - my favourite restaurant. Don't I look happy? :) Chris tolerates the restaurant - for me. Such a gentleman.
This time he decided on getting the ribs - which made his experience there much more enjoyable.
The NB Railway Museum - complete with touring original railway cars, like the one pictured above.
View of the upcoming railway cars we entered. Our personal tour guide, Ed, explained every step of the way.
A CN Caboose.
Steam engine - this was the end of our 'tour' of the railway cars. This, to me, is a 'real' train.
Chris climbed up into the Steam Engine for a neat photo op.
Sunday morning we went to the Broadleaf Guest House for breakfast. They had an all-you-can-eat Sunday breakfast buffet that was incredible - we ate enough there to tide us over until supper time.
After filling our bellies we headed toward Hopewell again, and on the way stopped at a covered bridge.
This is a picture from the inside of the covered bridge.
Hopewell Rocks - at high tide, from the top of the view point at the beginning of our journey down to the ocean floor.
View of the cape - at high tide.
View of the Flower Pot Rocks - at high tide.
The Flower Pot Rocks - still 'high tide', but as you can see, the water is beginning to recede, so we were able to go down to the bottom and walk on the ocean floor.
Another view of the Flower Pots - the water you see under the rocks above would be gone at full low tide.
The little tiny person there is Chris - the rocks are pretty high! - Walking on the ocean floor.
Flower Pot Rocks - high tide.
Posing in front of the Flower Pot Rocks.
Close up of the Flower Pot Rocks -from the ocean floor. I think the rock formations are rather phallic, don't you? :P
Cape Enrage Light - students hard at work, restoring the outside of the lighthouse.
The beach at Cape Enrage - beneath cliffs of 140-150 feet. The stairs were very steep, wobbled as people came behind or passed...and were, in a word, terrifying (spoken from someone who is deathly afraid of heights, that is).
See, Mom...we really were pretty high. I look a little more relaxed now - what you can't see is the death grip I have on Chris as he is taking the photo.
Cape Enrage 's coast had very rocky beaches. Your feet would slip into the rocks almost like they slip into the loose sand of our own beaches.
We happened upon "Ha Ha Cemetery" on our way through Cape Enrage. I can't find any information on this cemetery. It's very old. Chris, ever the comedian, had to "pose" for the camera here.
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