Have to admit “New Brunswick” sounds more exotic than simply “Canada.” Most Americans know where Canada is, after all, but have to think twice when the province is mentioned.
The deep channel between Eastport and Campobello Island, New Brunswick, is called Friars Road, named for a rock formation dubbed the Old Friar. It stands at the foot of the bluff that’s part of the international park honoring Franklin Roosevelt’s former summer estate.
Equally exotic for this Ohio boy is living on one of the Fundy Bay islands, even if we don’t have to take a ferry to get to or from the mainland.
If I’m counting right in the satellite images, mine is one of the one hundred most easternmost houses in the continental U.S. It’s likely I’m even the most easternmost Quaker in the country.
Was this once part of a sardine cannery? Or the steamship terminal? Yes, that’s more of Campobello Island, New Brunswick, on the other shore.
Been here two years now, too, and it’s still amazing me.
In downsizing to a remote fishing village in Downeast Maine, this eclectic writer feels everything's coming together.
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I visited Nova Scotia 20 years ago to photograph and I will never forget the wild colored homes! Most places someone would be considered eccentric for painting a home purple, yellow, aqua etc but up there it just seemed to fit for some reason? I also remember seeing beautiful shots on private property, but upon knocking at the home, I was always greeted with a warm welcome. I remember one guy said go wherever you want and stay as long as you want. That blew my mind! The week before we took the “CAT” from Bar Harbor, it had run right over a fishing boat in the fog!
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I visited Nova Scotia 20 years ago to photograph and I will never forget the wild colored homes! Most places someone would be considered eccentric for painting a home purple, yellow, aqua etc but up there it just seemed to fit for some reason? I also remember seeing beautiful shots on private property, but upon knocking at the home, I was always greeted with a warm welcome. I remember one guy said go wherever you want and stay as long as you want. That blew my mind! The week before we took the “CAT” from Bar Harbor, it had run right over a fishing boat in the fog!
Now you have me really wanting to visit the other side of Fundy Bay. Thanks for the great story!
isn’t Fundy bay where there is a huge tide change of amazing volume each day?
Indeed. In Eastport, where I live, it can run more than 20 feet in six hours. Further north, it’s more than 50.