The lighthouse at Inch Annee in Dalhousie, NB. The lighthouse looks out to the Baie de Chaleur, and was originally staffed with the first Arseneaus on this continent. Two more generations of Arseneaus looked after the lighthouse.
I'm wandering New Brunswick this week. Today, I've been in Atholville, Campbellton, Dalhousie and Bathurst. Driving up here last night was a reminder of the province's reality: trees. We have only about 750 thou people in this province, sparsely spread out. Trees take up 90% of the province. Our rich natural resources have been, and still are the backbone of the economy here, and driving around the province, I can't help but feel that we'll never run out of trees. Driving Route 11 North was a lonely affair, driving through a forest to get to the next town. A deer ran in front of me, wagging her tail somewhere between Miramichi and the next town. It's nice to be reminded that the trees aren't 'nowhere' - they're somewhere, filled with deer, grouse, moose, porcupines, bears and probably more creatures than there are people in this province.