The shaggy tops of last summer's grasses are poking out from the newly fallen snow. I can still sense the important waterfowl habitat of the Tantramar Marsh which surrounds me, but this white coating has changed the landscape to look like every other town in New Brunswick. I had been here in early June 2016,... Continue Reading →
The door opens with a tinkle of a bell and I step up and in. I am greeted by a man behind the counter with a plaid shirt and some sort of tool in his hand. I am unable to greet him. I have become intoxicated with the scent of leather and the warmth of... Continue Reading →
A slushy area in the middle remains clear to keep two wheels on. I am embattled in the lesser known Canadian sport; playing chicken with on-coming traffic to see who will give up the center line first.
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