Exploring Goose Creek: A Muddy Trail Adventure

There’s nothing quite like hitting the trails with family and friends, and our recent ride down to Goose Creek Beach proved just that. Scott led the way, with Bill and Rachel riding along, and my granddaughter Ella joining me for the journey.

We started out from the Goshen Snowmobile Clubhouse and quickly found ourselves splashing through the first mud puddles of the day. The trails wound past small wind turbines, rustic snowmobile shelters, and even the cozy Grizzly Shelter—a cabin complete with a wood stove, benches, and a stream running nearby. It was the perfect spot for a quick rest.

As we pushed deeper into the woods, the terrain grew tougher. Fallen trees blocked narrow paths, steep grades kept us guessing, and mud holes tested the limits of our four-wheel drive. Scott, always up for a challenge, found creative detours that kept things exciting. The closer we got to the Bay of Fundy, the fog rolled in, giving the forest a wild, coastal feel.

Eventually, we reached a sheltered lookout with a sweeping view of the bay. We fired up the grill, and Gail cooked hamburgers while Rachel and Ella relaxed and enjoyed the salty air. Not far away, we spotted remnants of an old sawmill and a hiker’s rest shelter—a quiet reminder of the history tucked away in these woods.

Refueled and recharged, it was time for the climb back out. Low range, steady throttle, and a lot of determination carried us up the rugged hillsides. With the sun shining down and mud still fresh on the windshield, it was the perfect way to end a day of off-road adventure.

Goose Creek didn’t disappoint—it gave us mud, views, and memories that will last for years.

EDITED TRANSCRIPT

Hey guys, thanks for clicking on this one. Today Scott and I are heading down to Goose Creek Beach. Bill and Rachel are with us, and my granddaughter Ella came along as well.

These clips are taken from the actual footage shot today. I was extremely nervous at the time, especially when we were going downhill. I kept wondering whether we’d be able to make it back up the hill again.

After lunch, we started back out, heading uphill. That’s when Scott got into a huge, deep mud hole. He had to back up and make another run at it. Was he stuck or was he good? You’ll have to watch and see what happens as we head into Goose Creek.

We started at the Goshen Snowmobile Clubhouse and hit the trails. It didn’t take long before we found our first mud puddle—mud already splattered on the windshield. We passed some small wind turbines and snowmobile shelters, including Mill Hill and then Grizzly Shelter.

Grizzly Shelter was a nice little stop. Inside there was a frying pan on the table, benches, a wood stove, a pile of wood, and even a small stream nearby with a bridge crossing.

As we rode along, we found ourselves near the Fundy National Park boundary. We crossed Highway 114, where you can turn right toward Propsquis or left toward Alma through Fundy Park. From there, we turned off onto a woods trail, dropping into low range and four-wheel drive for some rocky and tight sections.

At one point, Scott took us through a very narrow, brushy area with trees down across the trail. We had to squeeze through and clean up some branches along the way. Once through, the trail opened up a bit before tightening again.

We crossed several small bridges, tackled rocky sections, and eventually made our way onto Goose Creek Road. This road leads directly to Martin Head Beach, but with Scott, there’s always a more “interesting” way to get there.

The closer we got to the Bay of Fundy, the more fog rolled in. We passed downed trees, likely from hurricanes, and worked our way through some steep grades and rocky terrain. At times, it was a tight squeeze under fallen trees, and we had to cut or move branches to get through.

Eventually, we came out into more open areas with rugged terrain and a clear view of the Bay. We found a sheltered spot to stop for lunch. Gail cooked up hamburgers while Rachel and Ella relaxed. Nearby was an old boiler from a long-gone sawmill and a small hikers’ rest shelter along the Fundy Trail.

After lunch, it was time to tackle the climb back out. We knew it was going to be tough. Low range, four-wheel drive, and a lot of determination got us moving back up the steep trails. Ella hung on tight as we powered our way uphill, mud flying and engines working hard.

And that was our Goose Creek adventure.

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