When I went to bed last night we seemed to be set for a direct hit from Hurricane Earl. While the forecast landfall had jumped around between Yarmouth and Digby all week, everyone seemed in agreement that the eye of the hurricane would come up the Bay of Fundy. Well, this is just one more reason why you should never trust a hurricane. I awoke this morning to learn that the path of the storm had shifted to the south shore of the province and that the landfall was going to be somewhere near the border of Shelburne and Queens counties. We did get some wind and some rain but, in our area we have seen worse storms than this one. Amazingly, we were not even among the 200 000 Nova Scotians who lost power.
Once the storm had passed, I decided to take a trip into Annapolis Royal to see if there was any damage. This also gave me the opportunity to see how the museums had weathered the storm. It is a testament to the glancing nature of the storm that I had to hunt to find much damage. Other than some fallen branches in the Garrison Cemetery, a broken door on an information kiosk and a garbage can rolling around on St Anthony Street, things pretty much looked the way they always do after a storm. The one exception was the boards which had been screwed in place to protect the windows of the Re/Max office.
While I was driving along the waterfront I noticed that the old Acadia Steamship Pier had lost some additional logs. It seems that every large storm knocks a few more pieces out of this venerable old structure. With the action of the tides, waves and ice, the logs, which were once the supporting crib-work of the pier, are slowly picked loose. The logs are then either lodged in the mud or are carried off with the tide.
All for now,