 After spending the night in luxury accommodations - just kidding, I slept in my car in the pouring rain on some backwoods logging road straight out of a Stephen King novel - I woke up refreshed (and grateful to be alive) and headed to St. Martins, New Brunswick. As you can probably tell by the photos, I had to cut through the fog with a welding torch. But I think the eerie mist lends itself to the odd phenomenon about the town with the world's highest tide. And since I'm kinda in a music video mode right now, I think it's only fitting that I end this post with those famous shipping words, "The tide is high but I'm holding on." Take it away 1980's Blondie (link here). Cover Contents Books Home Hire Stories         Comments are closed.
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