So not every stop has to end with me on the top of a hill. Sometimes my mind is just in the hills. An example of that would be on the Viking Trail towards Rocky Harbour. Yup, it is a pretty drive to say the very least, and I steer the truck around the sweeping... Continue Reading →
If a place is off limits, I want to see it even more. Every time I visit the port city, I check off new points of interest but the forbidden national historic site in the harbour of Saint John has become a personal quest. I want to cross the breakwater and go to Partridge Island but... 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.
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... Continue Reading →