Site 99 was just three sites away from an entrance to the mile long Kinnie Brook trail so it wasn't hard to pick a trail.
The trail started angling downward right away through a forest of maple, birch, spruce and fir.
It wasn't long before I encountered the first long set of stairs. I counted 200 on my way back up.
The trail has seen a lot of erosion, rocks and roots slowed me down a bit but that only gave me time to look around for flora and fauna.
I didn't spot any wildlife, but I did see some fun fruticose lichen.
Some teenagers had gone off trail and climbed up a rocky outcrop so when I came upon one I followed a small path up for a view of Kinnie Brook Valley.
Kinnie Brook is a "disappearing stream" that sinks under the rocks during drier times of the year. I explored a bit to the right at the end of the stairs, picking over rocks.
Some of the rocks were so big that I had to go around on the hillside and duck under tree limbs. My hat got filled with spruce needles and a few times pulled off my head. Just my kind of hike!
Things got so thick I turned back and ran into a couple of ladies who said they've never seen the streambed wet. I asked if they had ever gone the direction and they said they had not. Why? Brush up to the neck can be a bit of a deterrent for most folk. But I was determined to find that stream.
Shrubs mixed with ferns, Jewelweed, Goldenrod and Asters lined the streambed. It was only really thick for about a hundred paces.
Still no sign of wildlife, though I wasn't surprised since I was crashing through the brush. I did see a small snake off to the side who barely moved when I prodded it with my hiking stick.
My determination was rewarded eventually!
I splashed back and forth across the streambed for awhile and then turned back to face those 200 stairs going up. By the time I got back to the campsite I was pleasantly exhausted and eager to see what else Fundy had to offer.