The Acadian Trail

August 2004. The Cheticamp River emptied into the Gulf of St. Lawrence, 365 meters below the overlook. The sun splashed the landscape with a light golden hue. It had reached its apex a couple of hours before, and it had begun its slow descent toward the west. I wasn’t worried. There were still several hours …

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The trails and tides of Fundy

August 2004. The tide was at its peak. The boats moored along the Upper Salmon River could finally access the Bay of Fundy. They weren’t going anywhere, however, due to the thick fog that had lingered well into midday. Soon, the tide would draw back, stranding them once again. I’d been hiking the trails of …

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