I stood in line with my parcels and luggage awaiting my turn to be welcomed to Nova Scotia, through the on-board customs security. "Open your suitcase please," the customs officer said. I unzipped my bag and he rifled through my clothing, feeling around the sides and into the lid pocket. Finding nothing more than a... Continue Reading →
I pull the steering wheel left then push it back to the right. I am certain I barely skimmed a fishing hut navigating this narrow causeway. With water on both sides, there is so little property to work with, the sea shanties are stuck in the most precarious spots and out of abundance of caution,... Continue Reading →
I want to stand on the most southerly tip of Nova Scotia and look out to where the Atlantic Ocean and the Bay of Fundy separate. My imagination conjures up a scene similar, or equal, to that of Cape Point, South Africa where there is a distinct dividing line between the Indian and Atlantic Ocean;... Continue Reading →
48.6667° N, 65.8333° W Gaspe driving map. google.com I have been wanting to go to the Gaspesie area as long as I can remember. I tried twice; once in early 90's. It was late in the fall, maybe even early December. I remember it was cold, snow was collecting on the road and my inner... Continue Reading →
Once upon a time there was a lady named Philomene Dube. Her husband, Francois Gauthier, had died in an accident, leaving her to raise her family on her own, on the the land at the crossroads near the falls. It is said that her home was always open to travelers on their way to and... Continue Reading →
