Prince Edward Island National Park is in the Northern part of P.E.I. along the center of the island. It runs along the coastline, tucked behind roadside attractions like a wax museum of Hollywood celebrities and a Ripley's Believe it or Not museum. Perhaps due to this place being the fictional "home" of Anne of Green Gables, we found tourism to be heavier here than on the west side of the island.
Route 6 zigzags along the coast where there are several entrances to the park. we put our kayaks in by the Bayview bridge, but can not recommend this as we had to ask permission to use private property. However, from the Cavendish Campground at P.E.I. NP, there seems to be an access point to the New London Bay at the sandbar where we saw people park and walk around along the Bay side around a dune to the St. Lawrence side of the sandbar. Another possibility is to put in at the campground, go west along the St. Lawrence, then carry your boat over the sand bar to the bay. This is the most likely scenario to result in death or being lost at sea. One loves a challenge!
Low tide is really low tide. We were finally getting the picture. A few inches of water and wind in our face seemed to be the theme of the trip. But for some reason, none of that mattered. This place was beautiful. The quiet bay was a dark shade of sky. Herons were fishing along the way. The sand was a deep red. The grass stood out in the sunshine.
We stayed on the calm side of the bay, and took a side path under the bike path bridge for the National Park. The water was pretty shallow and we had to return on foot with kayaks in tow. Note that every family with bikes on the island crossed that bridge while we hid our faces under the brims of our ridiculous hats.
The paddle to the sandbar was lovely and we were glad to have brought a picnic lunch. Very few people had wandered from the park over to the sandbar (you can walk to this as well) so we had plenty of room to spread out and relax. We watched a couple paddle along the coast in a canoe for a while until they came ashore. It was nice to meet fellow paddlers - and we helped them carry their canoe over to the other side of the sandbar to the bay. Together we waited for the wind to die down, and after a while the canoe made its way back to the ocean side and we continued to wait for the wind to die down.
After a while one realizes that Mother Earth has won and that we would have to paddle back in the wind. It was still a lovely trip, albeit slow, and with the shallow water we were able to watch many little sea creatures scuttle around just below the surface, and we were also able to step out at any point to take photographs of the wildlife. Maybe in the end, we won too.