Me in NB

Scroll down to browse through some of my New Brunswick adventures, or click one of the tags below to jump straight to that topic.

Snow     Moose     Lobster     Tourist Centers    Hopewell Rocks    Maple Syrup     Giant Objects


Growing up in Kentucky a snowstorm meant a few inches, so my first winter here in Moncton was an eye opener. That first year I was like a small child; snowball fights, snow angels, and gleefully offering to do the shoveling. Three winters in and I’m not quite so eager, but I still find it amazing and beautiful. This past winter, to try to recapture some of the Calvin and Hobbes like magic inherent in ten feet of snow, I built tiny snow families, learned to snowshoe, drove a snowmobile for the first time, and even bought a pair of skates.

My snowmen faced a harsh winter and the cruel fate of the snow plow. A few turned zombie…so I armed the sole survivor.

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At the top of my list, when first coming to Canada, was to see a moose. After a few years of being on the lookout for the elusive beast I had decided it was a mythical creature. To convince me otherwise, my picture was repeatedly taken with fake moose.

This summer, driving to see friends, I finally caught a glimpse. Of course, I’d driven another ten feet before it registered and I asked “Was that a moose?”, but I’m counting it.
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I rarely even ate lobster in Kentucky. Now I’ve kissed it, cooked it, and been dramatically captured by the world’s largest, in Shediac of course!

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Tourist Centers

Seeing tourist information centers signs with a plain question mark usually without text, make me smile every time. It makes me think “What’s in the building? Who knows?!”, “Is Moncton that way? Who knows?!”, “Does The Riddler live here? Who knows?!”

Information Signs
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Hopewell Rocks

This summer, when my parents visited from Kentucky, we made my first trip to Hopewell Rocks. Although a drizzly day we had a fantastic trip and I was ankle-deep in mud exploring the coastline. A group of school children were visiting  at the same time and we watched as they attempted to balance miniature rock sculptures with their guide.  I’m eager to return when the tide is in and kayak the same path we traveled on foot.

Mom and Dad at Hopewell

Mom and Dad at Hopewell

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Maple Syrup

Just as I was unprepared for the snow, my experience with syrup growing up in the South was no match for the pure sugary, delight of real maple syrup. For me, syrup meant Aunt Jemima, a Kentucky native,  and I’ve not traditionally enjoyed it. Now, having gotten a taste of actual maple syrup, I’ll gladly pour it on my flapjacks and cook with it often. Towards the end of my first year in New Brunswick I visited a maple sugar wood for the first time. I was treated to the sticky goodness of maple candy, introduced to maple butter (for which my father now craves a steady supply), and savored my first perfect, leaf-shaped maple cream. Although my original trip was to a Nova Scotia maple sugar wood I have since explored several in New Brunswick with the same delicious outcome.

Maple Farm
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Giant Objects

Coming from the home of the world’s largest baseball bat (where did you think Louisville Sluggers came from?) and more recently a 30-foot tall, golden replica of Michelangelo’s David, I can relate to New Brunswick love of over-sized statuary of everyday objects.  From Shediac’s lobster to Nacawick’s axe, I’ve delighted in each one I’ve been introduced to or stumbled upon. I know Oxford’s blueberry is a Nova Scotia attraction, but my New Brunswick history experts tell me it originated in near Sussex. Plus my mother loved the New Brunswick blueberry foods and beer so much we had to take her for a picture!

Still on my list: The Atlantic Salmon in Campbellton.
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