Our day starts with a walk on
the Trans Canada Trail, a network of trails (some on roadside shoulders) that
stretches from the Atlantic to the Pacific, some 15,000 miles.
Our little piece runs by the
Hartt Island RV Park along the St John River. Hartt Island is shrouded in mist
on this early morning. Our walk can be summed up in three words: Leaves, Water,
Peace.
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| Misty Morning |
We pull out and traverse a
bridge over the St John. This river rivals the St Lawrence in size and beauty.
Turner’s One Stop has fuel
and a small café. The menu features poutine, a regional favorite, explained to
me as fries with cheese and gravy. Brez may never leave.
As we wend our way we observe
an osprey nest on a pole, and our first sighting of lobster pots. We must be
nearing the Atlantic.
Strang’s is an RV ghost town
at the moment. Rigs are parked here, but no one’s home. Evidently the RVs are
used in the summer but vacated in the colder months. Many have decks built alongside
and small tidy well-kept “yards” of gravel and grass. They face the water in
rows promising that people will return.
We can see the Confederation
Bridge in the distance beyond the beach, our connection to tomorrow's adventure.
Lodging:
Strang’s Shore Campground
1639 Root 955
Little Shemogue
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