Sussex Bluff. The Hike Part 3

 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.

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Murder, A Moai, and A Hobo, Fredericton Junction

  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... Continue Reading →

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