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Canada: Wildlife, St. Stephen, St. Andrews

November 9, 2012 Leave a comment

One crosses the border from Calais, ME (pronounced “kaelis”, not “kaelay”) to St. Stephen, NB. Though the two towns are separated by an international border defined by the St. Croix River, they live as one community in harmony.
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Canada: Saint John

November 9, 2012 1 comment

Saint John is the largest city on the Bay of Fundy.  It’s actually a city of about 100,000 people, cosmopolitan in nature, and having the feel of a city instead of a small village.  It offers plenty of opportunities for night life, shopping, adventures, and sightseeing.

One could easily spend several days and nights exploring and enjoying Saint John.  Fully experiencing just one of its natural wonders, The Reversing Falls, consumes most of a day.  But I was on a schedule driven by my reservation to ride the tidal bore in Truro.  Besides, city life is city life, but natural wonders are unique.  therefore I was determined to at least view these “reversing” falls; I simply could not imagine how a waterfall could flow upwards!  This was a puzzle to be solved…
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Canadian Adventures

November 9, 2012 Leave a comment

Canada.  That great, mysterious land north of the 49th parallel.  America’s neighbor and best friend.  We share the longest international border between two countries – peacefully at that!  Yet we know so little…

Whenever someone mentions Canada, I immediately think of cold, snow, ice, pristine forests, and eskimos.  Pictures of polar bears and seals on icebergs sometimes also pop into my head.  And I clearly remember first setting foot on the American continent decades ago in Newfoundland in the winter.  I remember being ushered off the airplane in the bitter cold into snow tunnels and walking forever through those tunnels – dimly lit with electric light bulbs and dug under 12 feet of snow – to get to the terminal.

Then there is the Bay of Fundy.  Many decades ago, as a young man, I heard about a mysterious place “up north” somewhere in Canada where tides run up to 50 feet, compared to a typical tide of only 3 feet here in the U.S.  This is a place where the tide comes roaring in so fast that you can surf it for miles.  A place so dangerous you might be drowned if the tidal wave – a true tidal wave occurring twice daily, not just a rare tsunami – finds you on the wrong beach.  A place where boats are left resting on the ocean floor at low tide.  Or at least thus I imagined and remembered. Read more…