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 →
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 →