New Brunswick: From the Grand to the not so Grand

St. John River Valley

 

It did not take long for us to renege on our promise to hustle home. After a few hours of travelling on the freeway through New Brunswick we just had to get off.  There was a road that followed the St. John River closely that was paved but only 2 lanes. That was much more to our liking so we took it. And it was great! Even though it was a bit slower.

The St. John Rover Valley is truly grand.  But you could tell we were getting tired. We made very stops to take photographs.

The St. John River is Eastern Canada’s longest river at 418-miles. It runs down the western edge of Nova Scotia along the Quebec border all the way to the Bay of Fundy.

This also brought us to Hartland, home of the longest covered wooden bridge in the world. According to New Brunswick tourism it is the longest “by far.”  Can that be?

The bridge is 1282 ft. (390.75 metres)  long and was certainly the longest we had ever seen. the purpose of the covers was to prevent truss joints from rotting. This one was built in 1921 with the walkway along the side added in 1945. This was a grand bridge. then we went to the not so grand.

 

Grand Falls

In Grand Falls we discovered falls that were far from Grand.  They may have been grand at one time. Not anymore.  They have been emasculated by hydro-electric dams that have turned them into pipsqueak falls. How the mighty have fallen.  80% of the river has turned into a narrow stream. To me it seemed like sadness, not mist hung in the air.  I know we need hydro-electric power, but there sure is a big cost. Is this what “clean” power is all about? All I am saying is that the price of progress is immense.

 

Leaving Cape Breton Highlands National Park

 

I was sad to leave the area around Ingonish, but that’s life. After a short stop there, we continued on our path along the glorious Cabot Trail. At the edge of Cape Breton Highlands National Park we stopped because I noticed a lovely islet as we passed. As I have said, I love those little islets which I think are symbols of Canada. Small rocky islands in a lake or stream. It turned out this was an exceptional example of exactly that.

From here on the extreme east coast of Cape Breton Island we realized that we were heading back home. From here on in we would be travelling west. We also decided we would not make as many stops. Less meandering. More getting home. When we left the Cabot Trail, we realized we were on the way home. Sad, but we were ready for it. We had spent nearly 5 weeks on the run. It was time to go home.

Autumn is my favorite time of the year. North America, I believe has the greatest autumn colours for foliage in the world.  I consider the forests of eastern North America in autumn to be one of the wonders of the world. I have not seen anything as spectacular in Europe. The fall leaves there to me seem dull. Not as brilliant and varied as they are in Canada any way.   I really don’t know about other countries.  In Canada, particularly in eastern Canada, we are blessed with an outstanding array of fall colours. This I believe is the result of a great variety of trees coupled with the cold climate.  Some thinkers have suggested that there is no spiritual insight without suffering.  That’s why if you go too far south, the colours are no longer as spectacular. So too, I think there is no great autumn colour without suffering. As you need to suffer to become enlightened, so the trees need to supper in the cold to evoke great colours.  Without the suffering, the rewards are thin and shallow gruel.

 

Kletic Lodge: A Gracecful Old Lodge in Trouble

 

 

 

I wanted to stay one more night in the lodge we stayed at, the Glenhorme Resort. Christiane was not enamoured of this idea. I thought since we were not staying at Inverness as planned, we should stay here. Christiane was keen on moving on. Frankly, we are running out of gas on this journey across half the country and back. We are tired and don’t have the energy for long trips which we once had.  So we decided to move on. She did not have a difficult time persuading me.The New Keltic Lodge

The first time Christiane and I visited Nova Scotia many years ago, in 1979, we flew in on a seat sale, rented a car, and visited as much of the province as we could in a week. That year we  and ended our stay at the Keltic Lodge. It was an elegant old-fashioned Lodge unlike anything we had ever seen before. We had to dress up for dinner. And I had no tie. I had never heard of such a thing, being a very unsophisticated rube from the sticks of Manitoba. One of the staff lent me a tie if I recall as we were allowed to dine, with perhaps some reluctance.

 

 

In 2024, we were saddened to learn that this lovely lodge had been closed for substantial renovations. The old lodge is closed probably for good. A smaller replacement lodge has been built and hopefully the owner, partly government owners, will restore the site to some extent. Frankly, nothing will replace the old lodge.

The complex is situated on Middle Head peninsula which in 1979 Christiane and traversed from the lodge to the end along a spectacular trail that in places led us beside the high bluffs. Those were the days my friend; we thought they’d never end. It was a magnificent walk.

This year we drove right up to the Old Lodge for what might be our last look at it. We remembered that the views from the lodge are stunning. We could sit in the dining room and look out at ocean from two opposite sides of the dining room. It was delightful  being on an isthmus.

We also stopped at Ingonish Beach for a view of the Lodge from there as it shows off the isthmus on which it is located. Truly an awesome location for a magnificent lodge

Cape Breton Trail, Nova Scotia

 

Just past the Margaree Valley we landed on the famous Cabot Trail.

The Cabot Trail is a scenic 298 km (185 mile) loop drive on Cape Breton Island famous for its sensational views of the coast line, and the highlands, particularly in the autumn.  It is considered one of the most beautiful drives in all of North America, but today, it could not shine, at least when we were there. We should have really stayed another day, but frankly after more than a month on our trip Christiane and I were starting to run out of gas. A trip of more than a month was difficult for us. In our youth it would have been much easier.

Chéticamp, where we had lunch, was settled by Acadians after they were expelled from other parts of Nova Scotia.

At least not with this photographer. We still enjoyed the drive of course. I am not sure how this will show up on the blog but when I looked at this image on my big monitor I noticed hang gliders at the top of the large rock on the rick jutting out of the water.

By this time of day I realized for the first time, that we had past the peak colours of autumn. Still lovely, but the prime was past. I know some people like that too.

 

Autumn 2024 was sensational. I will never forget it.

At Neils Harbour we stopped to take a look at the Lighthouse. I was disappointed at where it was situated, in a small fenced in location.  Of course, I had to try to photograph it with only meager success.

 

We spent the night in Ingonish a few kilometres past this lighthouse that was sadly enclosed in fencing.  showing no respect.

 

Margaree River Valley

 

The area in and around the Margaree River is a delight, consisting of the Margaree River with innumerable branches

The Margaree River is a Heritage River on Cape Breton Island in Nova Scotia. It is famous as trout river and Atlantic salmon.

 

 

I remember one time we stayed in the Margaree Valley a few years ago and met a man who came here just for trout fishing. He came from Ireland.  He said this river is known internationally as a fine place to fish.

Cape Breton was originally inhabited by Mi’kmaq people whose lifestyle involved

Fishing and hunting. It was an ocean-centric lifestyle and as a result were likely the first people to encounter European sailors and fishermen in the St. Lawrence estuary. It is believed that John Cabot visited the island in 1497, but their maps were of such poor quality it is apparently difficult to determine. Yet, as we all know the Cabot Trail is name after Cabot. It is also believed that the Portuguese under João Álvares Fagundes likely started a colony here for purposes of fishing in the 1520s. it is believed 200 settlers lived in a village there near Ingonish on the north eastern peninsula of the island, where we spent this night.

 

Inverness Cape Breton Island: No Fix; No Poop

Cape Breton Island

As soon as we got across the border to Cape Breton Island on the Canso Causeway, we picked up tourist information. The attendant said we were just in time for peak colour. That was sensational news. Ominously though she said leaves were starting to drop. I was prepared to take what nature would deliver. It has been a great run of autumn splendour on this trip.  And, like all great beauty,  it was coming to an end.

We had a nice drive to Mabou where we stopped at a small but well supplied grocery store. By well-supplied I mean they even had a good supply of liquor. They had some nice rums. That is unusual. In the US only the big liquor stores have that. Tiny ones never. It was great to be back in civilization.

We drove to the Tulloch Inn in the middle of nowhere and secured our accommodation.  We were a bit surprised how far away it was from all conveniences. We met the owner and Willem from the eastern townships with whom we had a nice conversation and a sip or two of rum.

We went for dinner at Witt’s Public House in the town of Inverness about 18 km. away. That would be inconvenient we realized. We had sea food chowder followed by Haddock and chips which we were sharing, as we do increasingly as we get older. Why don’t we get skinnier?  It’s a conspiracy.  Our haddock was literally the largest piece of fish we had ever seen. The entire restaurant stopped what they were doing and  watched the  waitress deliver this monster of a fish to our table. She it was the biggest fish she had ever seen. Frankly, it was crazy to bring us such a big piece of fish. When we were done a number of people asked her if she had finished it. We hadn’t. Impossible.  A Sumo wrestler could not have eaten it.

Unfortunately I did not take a photo of the fish  so people have to believe my fish story about the big one that got away.

The road back to our B & B in the dark was a challenge.  It was absolutely black dark and there was only an occasional car coming our direction but on the winding roads we were  shocked by the sudden burst of light in our eyes when one did..

After  getting back,  when I returned to the common room to read all by myself the owner seemed frantic and I wondered what was going on. It turned out that for some mysterious reason the pump for the water system was not working.  But he tried to assure he was on the case and would try his best to repair it. Sadly, his best was not good enough. As a result, we had no running water and no use of toilet facilities.  Staying in a B & B we had reserved for nearly a week was not going to work if we had no water, but I decided we would wait till morning to deal with it.

In the morning, the owner told me that he had not been able to fix the pump problem. So there was no water.  No Fix. No Poop.

That about did it for us. The owner had not been able to get a plumber. So regretfully we decided to move. The owner understood and refunded our money for the rest of the stay which we had already paid.

Travelling is full of surprise. And some of them are shitty.

Bedazzled

 

I have photographed crocuses many times in the past. I have hundreds of crocus photographs.  I can’t seem to get enough of them. Every year in spring—it is almost the first sign of spring for me—around Easter time I get the urge to go again.  I must be obsessive compulsive.

Why do I do that? Well, I always think I can get a better shot. It is always possible to get better images. I see other images and I want to contribute too. There are always other conditions in which I could photograph crocuses.

For example, this year when I went out the flowers were covered with gorgeous huge water droplets!  I had never seen that before to that extent. I was bedazzled. As a result, they were unlike any I had seen before.

Moreover, this year I had a newer better camera when mine died last year. Perhaps this would help me to get better images? I thought so.

 

Of course, it is always important not to be overwhelmed by the technology. Never let the technicalities get in the way of the photograph. Ultimately, the technology is not important. The photographer is important. The subject is more important.

 

 

The brilliant English poet, William Blake got it right:

 

“To see a world in a grain of sand,

         And heaven in a wild flower,

         Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,

         And eternity in an hour.”

That sums it up. There is a heaven in a wild flower. Every flower is a piece of heaven.

I find heaven down here on earth. I find it in flowers. And birds. And trees. And skies. Heaven is everywhere. I find heaven in forest, on the plains, and even in mosquito infested bogs. If you don’t see it you are not looking. Or you are taking bad advice.

 A Crocus Hunt

 

 

Today I went out on my first wild flower expedition in Manitoba this year. I went to Sandilands Provincial Forest, a very special place.  The day was cool and cloudy, but not very windy.  The light overcast skies were perfect for photography. Enough light to avoid a gray world but no shadows that create light that is too contrasty.  Modern cameras are a marvel but they can’t  handle a large contrast between dark and light areas in a photograph. A light overcast is perfect, and that is what I had. They really bring out the colours of the flowers.

 

Those droplets were sparkling like the crown jewels. Not only that. They were huge. I have never seen them so large. This was intriguing.

I also noticed that though most of the flowers were lying down, no doubt to stay away from the wind, or perhaps had been piled on by snow that had disappeared, as a result were not at their best. However, there were some adventurous specimens that stuck their lovely flowers toward the light grey skies sky. Most of the flowers enveloped their yellow feathery centres  like doting helicopter parents.

 

Yet a few adventurous flowers shyly opened up to the very cool sun, searching desperately for light while inviting insects. But largely the yellow centre were hidden. What a pity. This was disappointing but the sparkles were the exchange. I will just have to go back again on a warmer day.

This was a strange but stunning day of searching for flowers. These flowers were gems of colour.

 

The Prairie Crocus, which is what these flowers are called in Manitoba are not really crocuses at all. Just like that sensational bird, the Red Knot, is not red.  My grandson Nolan loves that fact. Well, the Prairie Crocus is not a crocus. It is an anemone.

Just yesterday I learned from Nature Norm that there are no Prairie Crocuses in the Tall Grass Prairie. That shocked me. It  is sort of like going to KFC and finding they don’t have any chicken. I think that might be because so much of the Tall Grass Prairie has vanished.  Less than 1% of it remains in Manitoba. And even at that some people think the The Nature Conservancy of Canada has acquired too much Tall Grass Prairie. I think it also might be because they like disturbed areas as they evolved with prairie fires and heaby grazers–bison.

 

The flower has 5 or up to 7 sepals.  Sometimes these parts are blue and other times tending to white. But it has no petals. The petal is a  separate part of the corolla or inner ring which is often brightly coloured Those are the lovely purple parts of the flower.

 

It is also interesting to me that they seem to prefer disturbed areas.  They like Manitoba ditches. Go figure. Even the infernal ATVs can’t scare them off.

And like so much beauty, these flower come with danger. They should not be touched let alone eaten. Their sap is downright nasty. It can cause skin to blister, and cause vomiting, tremors and even collapse. Don’t tangle with this beautiful flower! Some have used it to colour their easter eggs. Hence their scientific name, Anemone Patens.  It helps that they usually flower around Easter.

In my opinion it is one of the most beautiful flowers of Manitoba and a worthy choice for Manitoba’s provincial flower.  I also like the fact that it is tough. Its flowers can sometimes poke through the snow. Yet they are also extremely delicate.

 

This was a great day in nature. Life is good.

 

Wabi-Sabi: Rebirth and Renewal

 

Wabi-sabi is a gentle Japanese philosophy that seeks and sometimes finds, beauty in imperfection, in impermanence, and in nature. It encourages appreciating the beauty of things as they are, without embellishment, rather than striving for perfection. It recognizes that such striving can be harmful as anyone who how looks around can easily see. Instead, practitioners of Wabi-Sabi celebrate the notion that life is a cycle and is in a state if constant flux. Life is an endless cycle of change and growth. And, of course, that cycle ends in death. The particles of the body can be reborn however. Not in heaven as far as I can tell, but in new organisms.  Our bodies get reborn in new creatures and plants.  Really, that is the only type of rebirth that makes sense to me.

 

Wabi-Sabi favors the beauty of aging rather than the vigor of youth. It acknowledges that  the passage of time can bring wisdom provided we remain humble and modest and open to thoughts from others. Impermanence is good enough. There is beauty in transience and we need not despair that we will not love forever. We can enjoy what we are given to enjoy without lusting for more.

 

Like Leonard Cohen we recognize that flaws, cracks, and imperfection allow beauty and light to permeate our souls. Both of them can soak in gently and yet with power. Wabi-Sabi declines excessive ornamentation or conspicuous consumption. Wabi-Sabi helps us to accept ourselves as we are even with our obvious failings. Such an attitude helps to find beauty in the natural world even far from the spectacular scenic highlights. Such an attitude can help us to accept the moment as the crowning achievement of life.

 

Here are some of the core concepts of Wabi-Sabi:

Great beauty, wisdom, and pleasure can be found in the simple life amidst simple things. Such are things that can lead to quiet and tranquility rather than hustle and bustle. This of course is closely related to humility.  Proponents of Wabi-Sabi favor the quiet and gentle unlike the loud self-serving shouting of the boisterous MAGA crowd. Only the humble qualify. Donald Trump would be the first person impeached from the movement. Or better, yet would not be accepted as a member without sincere correction of character. Braggarts are not welcome unless they genuinely reform. Modesty is much more congenial to Wabi-Sabi than brash boasting.

 

Wabi-Sabi favors the beauty of aging rather than the vigor of youth. It acknowledges that  the passage of time can bring wisdom provided we remain humble and modest and open to thoughts from others. Impermanence is good enough. There is beauty in transience and we need not despair that we will not love forever. We can enjoy what we are given to enjoy without lusting for more.

Like Leonard Cohen we recognize that flaws, cracks, and imperfection allow beauty and light to permeate our souls. Both of them can soak in gently and yet with power. Wabi-Sabi declines excessive ornamentation or conspicuous consumption. Wabi-Sabi helps us to accept ourselves as we are even with our obvious failings. Such an attitude helps to find beauty in the natural world even far from the spectacular scenic highlights. Such an attitude can help us to accept the moment as the crowning achievement of life.

The essence of Wabi-Sabi is a way of seeing, understanding, and living that embraces the beauty of the imperfect, the transient, the marred, and the natural world.  It is a philosophy of life in which we are encouraged to find peace and even joy in the simple things of life.

 

Really, I consider Wabi-Sabi the spirit of autumn.  The time when decay sets in but often with great beauty.

St. Mary River, Nova Scotia

 

This is a panorama shot of the St. Mary river consisting of about 8 images merged into one.

The St. Mary’s River in Nova Scotia was a delight I discovered about 10 to 15 years ago.  I was surprised by the beauty. So today I was not surprised.  I was confirmed in my high expectations. This is an area of simple, yet great, beauty. After all, it’s a river in a forest. What can be special about that?

The St. Mary’s River runs for about 250 km. (160 mi.) and drains an area of approximately 1,350 sq. km. it has 4 branches with 130 lakes. The river was named Rivère Isle Verte by one Canada’s premier explorers, Samuel de Champlain.  A fort in the area was also called Fort Sainte Marie when the French built it in the 17th century, but it was later taken over the English who changed the name of the fort and the river to English versions of the old French names. Sort of like Donald Trump who wants to change the name of the Gulf of Mexico to Gulf of America.  Little minds do things like that.

The river is one of the many east coast rivers that contain the extremely interesting northern Atlantic Salmon (Salmo salar) species.  This is the 3rd largest of the members of Salmonidae family behind the Pacific Chinook and Siberian taimen salmons. Sadly, it is now an endangered species. Most populations of salmon of are anadromous, meaning that they return up river to spawn where the offspring  hatch in natal streams and rivers but move out to the oceans when they grow older and mature. The adults then move seasonally upstream again to spawn.

But interestingly some populations only migrate to lakes and become “landlocked” and spend all of their lives in freshwater. So iot is not true that they must return to salt water. Some of them just choose to do so.  When the mature fish return to rivers and streams they change colour and appearance.

Unlike the Pacific salmon species, the Atlantic salmon can survive spawning and return to the sea to repeat the process again in another year. About 5-10% of them do exactly that, returning to the sea to spawn again. Such individuals grow to extremely large size.

The life stages of Atlantic salmon are the following: alevin, fry, parr and smolt. The first stage is the alevin stage when the fish stay in their breeding grounds and use the nutrients from their yolk sac. During this stage their gills develop and they become hunters. The next stage is called fry, where the grow and then leave their breeding ground looking for foodk so they move where more food is available. During this stage in freshwater they develop into parr where they start preparing for their trek to salt water.

 

 

Young salmon spend from 1 to 4 years in their natal rivers and when they are large enough they smoltify, which means their skins change colours from colours adapted to streams to colours adapted to the oceans. They also are subjected to endocrinological changes to adapt to the differences in fresh water to ocean water. When smoltification is finished, the young fish (parr) learn to swim with the current instead of against it. That behavioral change  allows the fish to follow ocean currents and find prey such as plankton or fry from other species of fish such as herring. Apparently during their time at sea they can sense changes in the Earth’s magnetic fields. Nature never ceases to astound

After a year of strong growth, they will move to those sea surface currents that lead the fish back to their natal rivers. It is believed by some scientists that they use their sense of smell to detect the “right” rivers as well. They don’t move thousands of kilometres as many have suggested, instead scientists have learned that they “surf” through sea currents. Only 5% of the salmon go up the “wrong” river. As a result, it is more likely that they stay close to the rivers where they were born when they are out to sea and swim in circular paths to do that.

Atlantic salmon have been severely affected by humans as a result of heavy recreational and commercial fishing as well as habitat destruction, all of which have affected their numbers. As a result serious efforts have been made to conserve including aquacultural methods, though those have also been criticized by environmentalists. 50% of farmed Atlantic salmon now come from Norway where the aquaculture has been most effective.

The natural breeding grounds of the Atlantic salmon are rivers in Europe and northeastern coast of North America in both the United States and Canada. In Europe they can be found as far south as Spain and as far north as Russia. Sport-fishing in Europe has been so popular that some of the species in Europe southern populations have been growing smaller. The distribution of Atlantic salmon is strongly influenced by changes in freshwater habitat and climate, particularly changes in water temperatures, which of course are affected by climate change.

When the salmon leave their natal streams they experience very fast growth during the 1 to 4 years that they live in the ocean. In the ocean they must face an ocean of predators including seals, Greenland sharks, skate, cod, halibut, and of course humans. Dolphins have been seen “playing” with salmon but it is not clear that they eat them.

Once the salmon are large enough to undergo the tough track back upstream to their natal streams, the stop eating entirely prior to spawning. It is believed by some scientists that odour allows them to sense when they are again in their natal streams.

 

You will not be surprised to learn that Atlantic salmon populations were significantly reduced in the United States and Canada after European settlement. Rivers were degraded by the activities of humans in the fur trade, timber harvesting, logging mills and the spread of modern agriculture. As a result, the carrying capacity of most North American rivers and streams was also degraded as the fish habitat declined. The historian D.W. Dunfield claimed in 1985 already that “over half of the historical Atlantic salmon runs had been lost in North America by 1850.” In Canada a bill was presented to the Canadian Parliament that called for the protection of salmon in Lake Ontario. In the Gulf region of Nova Scotia where we have been travelling 31 of 35 salmon streams and rivers were blocked off by lumber dams and as a result many watersheds lost all of their salmon.

Where humans come damage often follows.  Then when damage occurs humans learn to regret the error of their ways and sometimes make heroic efforts at great cost to change things back to the way they were. Could there be a better way?

Despite all of that such rivers are flanked by the incredible variety of trees of the eastern forest as shown by the incredible variety of the autumn colours.