Delaps Cove

There is a sweet musty smell pervading the woods at this time of year. The forest floor is carpeted with leaves in a rich dappled array of colours. The ferns are a lush golden brown. The fact that the leaves are now falling means the canopy overhead is much less dense. The light filters through in a more pronounced manner. The sound of silence is pervading… a crack here, a rustle there.

Today we went for our first walk on the nearby Delaps Cove Wilderness Trail … or I should say, on a part of it. The pathway wound through the woods and down the hill to the shore cliffs. There the mighty Bay of Fundy greeted us with its steady waves crashing into the rocks. These seemed to be a compression of smaller boulders fashioned over the timeless ages. The path then took us along the cliff edge and up into a deep cove. This might have been in some faraway and exotic land. There the sound and sight of a steady waterfall cascading down the cliff edge met us. Far below was a rocky beach that is no doubt covered by the high tides of this Bay of Fundy.

We did not have the time to take the longer route to the other trail loop. Next time we will be sure to make the time.