1.The oldest house is at 325 MacDonald Street. Known as the George Brown Home after the owner. Circa 1840 2. St John Anglican Church on Broad Road, has been a place of worship in Oromocto since 1792, The current church is the third one dating from 1920. 3. Duncan Wilmot, one of the Fathers of Confederation, [...]
Port Hastings When I was here in July there was a rather jolting drop from the bridge to the road, I am pleased with the smoothness of the new pavement. I am now on Cape Breton Island. Port Hastings area to be exact. First stop is right here. I swing into the drive way on the [...]
I see trees a house more trees, then a white house with a sign and a four-wheeled horse carriage on the lawn. This is it.
You can walk on an enormous flat rock on the top of the world.
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 [...]
Snuggled in my mummy bag, I am warm but the cool air bites at my nose, indicating this will probably be my last night camping for this season. I reluctantly crawl out to meet the crisp morning and my senses are rewarded; a misty fog hangs over the pond beside my campsite at Adair's Wilderness Lodge. [...]
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 [...]
I leave the brightness of the daylight and enter the shaded area of the walking trail. I have yellow birch, some eastern hemlock some spruce and ash trees to keep me company. They are well spaced, tall but narrow in diameter telling me this area has been logged in the past. Several flights [...]
Often while following one story, You Traveled Alone? I will fall into several others; A Venn diagram of travel. It was in Fredericton Junction, a sleepy community within a stones throw of my home, that this crisscrossing of history, geography and a fascination for the oddities, happened. As its name suggests, Fredericton Junction was long [...]