Through New Brunswick

September 28, 2011

the other side of the sunset


the next day we started in New Brunswick.  It was completely different.  Yet again, you cross a border and magically everything changes.  The atmosphere, the houses, the attitudes…  It was a rainy day and being in the “off” touristic season, there wasn’t much to grab my attention.   So we made it a bit of a race to Hopewell rocks.  We got there as the sun was beyond setting

Hopewell cape


some of the Hopewell rocks


and another

Yes, it’s pretty dark, I thought I could save a bit more of the images but that’s about it.  the rain resumed after that short respite.

picture of rain in the night...


Albert Fair


we kept driving in the night, everything was closed and as we were getting too starved for words we fell on Albert Fair.  We had hot dogs and hamburgers and pop.  Which at this point felt like a feast.

there were horses


a sisterhood of cows..


prizes to win...


and to top off the night : a lawn mower tractor race


It was like falling into another world, a complete U turn of perceptions.


with full stomachs and our imaginations tickled we hit the road again


Cafe in Alma


We ended up in Alma, a beautiful village on the coast.  We had breakfast in the Octopus Cafe where a stage is permanently set up, art fills the walls and a boutique and the organic food is to die for.  There was even a guitar for all to play hung on the wall and a sign that said : Please loiter.


the caves under the tide


a bit further down the road, another small town and there were caves carved by the waves, they can be visited at low tide, but it was high so not today…  we just took in the scenery and the sun.


pebbles and water


Faraway horizons


blue skies


then St John, New Brunswick


these sculptures are everywhere and can be too real...


Strange door knockers for a Christian church.... very egyptian


Grand Falls Canyon


More Grand Falls Canyon


Grand Falls was our final stop for the day, where once again we saw the attractions in the dark.


Grand Falls pack 9/10ths of Niagara Falls volume of water...


Angry waters


On the way across Gaspesie

September 22, 2011

images from the road trip…

first night at the Ile d'Orleans, Quebec city is in the distance


The Toit Rouge B&B, it used to be a nun's residence where they would come and rest


the owner's residence


we went out at night to see the waterfalls across the bridge on the mainland


a foreboding lunar landscape led us up a wooden staircase...

...and there the falls fell

the B&B is so close to the water, the tides come to lick it's edges, here is one person who was not aware of tides...


the next day we traveled on the north coast, maritime history is part of the place


...other places have no historical facts to report


so many churches, so little time


things to watch for


at Petite Vallee a master weaver was at work


and so was the wind


one of many covered bridges


a sculpture and a bird


and the Rocher Perce around the next turn


and the day ended on this note.


September 20, 2011


Sunny day. Ottawa. I just came back from a week across the Gaspesie peninsula and New Brunswick. Not on the bike, but in a Toyota…  That was different.

The most memorable moment was to climb down a cliff and go swim in the Atlantic’s frigid waters but the sun was high and so was the tide and the waves were coming with gusto. It was exhilarating. I had forgotten how salty the water is. I had forgotten how the hair thickens almost twice its size to make a stiff yet stylish do that smells of freedom and adventure.

As much as Montreal sweats attitude and impatience, once you’re past Quebec City it’s all taste and heart.  A fulfilling, inspiring space.

Back in Ottawa, fall is definitely in the air. I find myself cold all the time.  I think my body has adapted to being extremely hot from hours of being exposed to the engine heat and sun on the bike while at the same time being cooled with the wind…   That means that I am either permanently cold when the temperatures drop below 80 degrees or  I’m too hot if I’m not in motion. I see turtle neck sweaters in the near future.

I know it’s been a while since the last post. I did not feel I had much to share since the title of the blog is “On the Road” I guess it was borne out of a feeling of failure.  After being denied entry in the states in late July I felt I lived in-between places.  Without roads to point Beowulf towards and without the ability to go finish my album I just kind of “stopped”.


Forgiveness.  Patience.  Peace.

Bank Street, Ottawa. September 2011. By no stretch of imagination I could have predicted this situation… But here I am…  One has to laugh… at this point in time I was going to have my album released, lots of performances, I would have been in California, I’d be playing with Forrest, developing my fanbase! Ha! Ha! Ha!  I would have ridden to New Mexico and even worked on my white alabaster horse… Dream on babe.

I pondered turning back and returning to Vancouver, I would likely be able to find good jobs more readily as I have contatcts and I could likely ride the bike all winter so I wouldn’t be grounded, I’d be riding…  but it also makes me feel as if I woul be stepping backwards… That is not allowed.

Calm, focused and forward…

So yesterday I went all out and purchased a small amplifier, a Fishman Loudbox Mini with inputs for both voice and guitar so I can play live in small venues. I also purchased a Tascam US 220 L which is a digital interface that comes with basic recording software that will allow me to record song demos. If I am going to make the best of my time I need some tools.

When I was denied at the border I did have this intuition that despite my foiled plans things were on target.  Everything was actually OK.  On target.  It has not been that clear since.   I do fight with myself, with the conceits of what I think I am, what I think should be or do versus showing willingness to see the path Life opened to me.  A lesson in patience, humility.



That day I left on June 2010 was the day I accepted to take the risk, the chance, to trust in life, trust in the Gods or whatever else you want to call it.  It was the day I accepted that I wasn’t going to call all the shots and the day I accepted to accept.

Another curve.  Relaxed hands, eyes looking ahead while the line is being drawn in the mind, the body’s inclination directing the machine, there is no fight, no wrestling, mainly there is intention.

So my near future will not include many mountains, curved roads, Death Valley’s immensities, sweltering southern paths, or nights under the moon … Oh how I long for the moon…  The road will be mainly urban, with its potholes, bottled up frustration and heavy traffic. It will be one of patience and one of tenacity. I will not lie, I miss California and the souls that defined it for me more than I can ever express… But I do see that I have more to learn here. A massive learning opportunity. One can fight and feel betrayed or one can learn and get stronger.

If creation is my purpose, then I’ll find the way to do this here, there, anywhere. I am, as always, my own greatest obstacle.