The weather seemed nice, though rather chilly still [only 4ºC], it was Sunday, we didn’t have any plans so we decided to take a drive up to St. Martins. It’s not far at all, when you take the highway, but we always take the ‘scenic route’. Little roads along the coast, quaint villages that most Saint Johners have no idea they even exist.
The closer to St. Martins we got, the more, friendly Fundy fog was rolling in. It’s a touristy place, normally, thanks to the caves. This is too early, though … the restaurants weren’t open yet, and very few cars on the parking lot.
One of the caves. Unfortunately, there were no people in the foreground, so you get no sense of how big it is. It’s all sandstone and the water has dug these out. It’s mind boggling to think of the amount of time it has taken.
Then I tried to take a selfie, with the cave in the background. Too much light made it almost impossible to see anything on the screen, and I hadn’t positioned myself quite right , and didn’t even look into the camera LOL.
Since the restaurants were closed I didn’t have any clam chowder. Always when we go there, I buy a clam chowder-to-go. It’s the most delicious one I’ve ever had … and I’ve had a few.