The Bucket List has become a cliché, and a bucket is definitely not big enough to contain all of the places I want to go, and the experiences I wish to hold. So I have to add the Bowl list, and a few Jars Lists, which I can easily fill if I choose small enough... Continue Reading →
I take a miss steps and stubble; almost falling. I stop and look back at the root I tripped on, as if to scold it.
How many times can a person drive through a town and not stop to see what is there? Apparently, many. I am guilty. I have blown through on my way to the FUNDY NATIONAL PARK. Again on the way to the Hopewell Rocks . I spent a day looking for Semi palmate Plovers at Mary's beach last year, but... Continue Reading →
I have been to St Martin's beach in southern New Brunswick many times, it is a little over an hour from my home. I, like everyone else, stop and take photos of the two covered bridges, the lighthouse, and the fishing boats moored to the pier resting on the sea floor. Then continue on to... Continue Reading →
Shoulder surgery has forced me to quash my adventurous side and come up with new ways to keep myself content and still feed my inner travel beast. I believe I have successfully done this by hunting out new beaches and visiting old favourites. I have been rather successful judging from my tan. Here are some... Continue Reading →