Map of National Historic Sites NB This September, It will be seven years I have lived in New Brunswick. In that time frame, I have traveled around the province getting to know it thoroughly. A while back I wrote East Coast Bucket List, and part of it was finding and documenting National Historic sites. I... 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 →
Coming out of the isolation of Parc-National-de-la-Gaspesie, my re-entry into an urban setting makes me tense. I have a death-grip on the steering wheel as I navigate roads that seem to pin-wheel in every direction. "Can't you people all go home?" I said aloud to myself, annoyed by the unpredictability of other drivers, and pedestrians... Continue Reading →
This spring I purchased a new-to-me Nikon 7300 and added a few lenses to my hobby kit. Clumsiness prevailed until I finally bonded with my new equipment. Part of our agreement was that if I provided decent light, a flawless subject matter, and a bit of finger-crossing for luck, I would be granted some palatable... Continue Reading →
I am the second to arrive at the meeting point to catch the bus to the trail-head of Mont Jacques Cartier. I nod a greeting to the young man already there, then lower my pack down onto the slatted wooden boards of the wrap-around porch outside the visitor lodge in Parc-National-de-la-Gaspesie. It would be a... Continue Reading →
Eye-balling my map, somewhere between Grand-Vallee and Mont-Ste- Pierre is the most northern point of the Gaspe Peninsula. Having stood on the equator line in Kenya, please read What-Kenya-did-to-me, and the half-way between the Equator and North pole in Stewiacke, Nova Scotia, I am disappointed there is no sign indicating I just nudge over the... Continue Reading →
I had forgotten how irritated I become when I am stuck behind a swaying, slow-moving RV. I peer down the hood of my truck with chagrin. My view is obscured by the square-shaped ass-end. I can't see above it, and each time I try to sneak a look to the inside to check for coming... Continue Reading →
It was just after 7 am Saturday morning. I was snuggled in my bed staring at the clock. I had nothing planned, but an idea was forming in my head. With all the rain we have had this May, Grand Falls is probably living up to its name. It was going to be our first... Continue Reading →
