Riding through downtown was a bit slow and hilly so I quickly escaped the city for a route north along the Fundy coastline. The rural route dipped into coves with a rocky and bold coastline receding to tidal marshes pungent with the smell of wet sea plants, protein rich mud and expiring fish. The smell of the coast. I was surprised at the quality of scenery in NB, reminding me more of the mountains of the southeast than the coast of Maine. Quaint villages such as St. Martin's and Hampton exemplify the charm and history of the old coast from the 17th century to today.
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Mike SaundersIn May 2014 I quit my job to ride a Honda Ruckus over 69'000 mi and counting. Wild camping most nights and cooking most of my own meals, I keep the costs low and the landscape changing. Archives
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