Today was long-ass. Left Fredericton bright and early (well, as bright and early as I get…more like dark and hurried). On my way to Saint John, I stopped in at Welsford Golf course and gave Cathy Macneil a copy of 65_RedRoses:
Can you believe it took me this long to make it to a golf course? Joey? Golf? Hello! Or as Momma R would say: “HELLO!” Plus Welsford/Whitford? It spoke to me. The course looked absolutely beautiful:
Cathy was really nice to talk to as well. Can you believe she actually knows where Powell River is? Far out man.
I next stopped in to see low tide from the Bay of Fundy in Saint John:
Yes, that’s right. Even though I am far from Montreal, Rodney is still planning my trip for me. Now if only I could remember what he said about PEI. Worse still, even though I am far from Montreal, cousin Lorraine is still unwittingly feeding me. Might be time to sign off on the gluten free bread, although I am reluctant to do so as I just relocated my toaster bag this morning.
Getting pretty obvious that I am exhausted, isn’t it? Any-hoo, here is some info about low tide in the Bay of Fundy in Saint John:
And some info about high tide:
When I went to the upper lookout point, I was wowed by the beauty of the Bay of Fundy:
Until I turned my head slightly to the left:
Reminds me of home! Sigh.
I spent the rest of the early afternoon walking around Saint John:
At first these little wooden people seem colorful and fun, but on closer inspection the vast majority, if not all, of them appear to be suffering from seasonal affective disorder:
Wasn’t sure if I should grab a seat, or split town. I elected to split town. Drove out to Hampton to meet Braden Gendron:
Braden had a double lung transplant two years ago. Both he, his mom, and a local reporter were nice enough to meet with me and have a chat. Because he had a transplant, Braden is able to do things that other young people (and frankly, most adults), take for granted. He is able to play sports, have a more normal life, and breath. Most importantly, he is alive because he had a transplant. Because some parent, faced with an unthinkable situation, chose to donate their child’s organs so that someone else’s child could live. That was a courageous decision, in my opinion. Braden seems pretty courageous too. In addition to surviving the operation, he is open to talking about his experience in the hopes that other people will register to be organ donors. Plus he has enough wits about him to tell people that he was attacked by a shark when they ask about his scar. That’s right, a shark with razor sharp upper chompers, but only gums on the bottom. What a guy.
After meeting with Braden and co, I went back to Saint John to see the reversing rapids, which can only be seen at high tide:
The river was actually flowing in the opposite direction than it had in the morning. It was pretty amazing and well worth backtracking for.
Off to Moncton tomorrow.