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September 28, 2010

7th Annual Tour of Elgin - Mountain Bike Race

The Rich Fall Colours  (Credit N.B. Tourism)

The Tour of Elgin or Elgin 80 as it more commonly known is set to roll this Saturday on October the 2nd. This race has garnered quite a reputation for challenging climbs and exhilarating descents on vibrant hardwood hills.  It's billed as New Brunswick's only Mountain Bike Marathon and whether you opt for the 80km, 40km, or 20km options, your tired legs will be convinced that it is marathon.

For Full Details Follow this Link to the Flyer

Click here for the Registration Form  The preregistration deadline is this Wednesday, Sept 29th. You'll save a bit by registering early but you can still register on the morning of the race if you miss the deadline.


Where is Elgin exactly?

Elgin is a small community with a big heart, that lies on the edge of the Caledonia Highlands. It's location on the edge of the highlands gives it one of Southern New Brunswick's most scenic landscapes. The high, forested ridges spill down into farmer's fields and hollows where brooks tumble. It's well known for Blueberries, Maple Syrup, and the wild Pollett River. At this time of year, the hardwoods decorate the hillsides in brilliant shades of orange, red, and yellow.


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The Elgin 80 is being put on as a fundraiser by the Elgin Eco Association. The Elgin Eco Association is a group of dedicated volunteers who are working together to promote the natural-beauty of the Elgin area through eco-tourism and raising money for their Community Park.
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September 11, 2010

Friar's Nose in the Fog

Looking over the Parlee Brook Valley from Friar's Nose [CLICK TO VIEW FULL SIZE]



Eddies of fog
 This morning I hiked up to Friar's Nose. Walking as fast as my legs and lungs could muster. I reached the top within half an hour, breathing heavy and sweating in the cool wet air. The wind whipped across the barren summit and fog tumbled across the valley, eddies spinning in the lee side of the ridges.

I put on a sweater and breathed in the refreshing air, looking for familiar landforms across the forested bowl. I come here a couple times a year and yet every time it seems that new ridges and valleys catch my eye. In the winter I search the valleys for blue smears of ice and in the fall I notice the vibrant hardwood stands. Today, the endless sea of green gives the impression that I'm standing on the edge of a vast wilderness.

Fog is a powerful thing. In a way its like the salt on your food, enriching whatever it touches and bringing out subtle details. The dreariest weather can produce the most moving landscapes. And on foggy days like today go to one of your favourite places and see it from a new perspective.

 After running all the way down from the top of the Friar's Nose I was hot and sweaty. That's when I noticed a sweet little pool under the bridge. I can never resist cool moving water (no matter how shallow it is). It was refreshing and a perfect way to end a hike. 

I love dunking myself in cold swift water.
Directions to Friar's Nose.
The Friar's Nose is located outside of Sussex, NB on the edge of the Fundy Highlands. You can find direction in my post from 2008.
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August 26, 2010

Sea kayaking on the Bay of Fundy

 Sea kayaking with Fresh Air Adventure

If you asked me a year ago if I would ever try sea kayaking, I would have said "no thanks I'm not that interested in the ocean." And that's always bugged me since I grew up and live in an ocean province. When I was younger I didn't like seafood or deep water. Rivers, lakes, beaches, no problem but the ocean terrified me.

However in the past year, my attitude to water has changed rapidly. I think I can owe this to living next to the Bay of Fundy in Saint John. Everyday I saw the ocean from my back deck, I walked past fish in the city market, and saw how people loved the ocean. I took swimming classes and once the spring came was jumping in every pond I could find. My hunger for the ocean steadily grew.


In August this year I did what I thought I'd never do - I tried sea kayaking. To my surprise I loved it. Three friends and I booked a half day outing with Fresh Air Adventure based in Alma. Three enthusiastic and experienced guides, outfitted us with gear, and gave us quick lesson before hitting the water.

We paddled under the Alma bridge and out into the open waters. At first I was nervous as the light ocean swell gently lifted my kayak. The kayak was very stable and soon I was comfortable paddling through the light mist. Our group of 12 boats paddled past Herring Cove and explored the rock formations along the coast. Fog bumped into the highlands and settled along the coast. Rainy days are beautiful on this foggy coast.
 
Our guides directed us to a beach where they laid out snacks, including the famous Alma Sticky Buns. The highlight of the trip for me was the short lesson the gave on the tides. We all know that the Bay of Fundy has high tides, but until then I couldn't quite understand the multitude of factors that created them. Apparently a "spring" tides isn't what happens in the spring time.



As we paddled back to Alma I was already started to figure out how I could afford to buy a kayak and trips started forming in my mind. I've done a lot of backpacking, but for long trips, traveling on water seems like the way to go. The water carries the weight, so you can bring the an extra bottle of wine and steak without breaking your back.

So, you should try it. Sea kayaking is not as scary as you might think, plus it can open a world of outdoor opportunities in New Brunswick.

Fresh Air Adventure - Guides based in Alma, next to Fundy National Park

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August 24, 2010

Fundy H2O Adventure Race


I think this is going to rock!

The Highlands to Ocean Adventure Race (aka the H20) will be held in Fundy National Park on September 19th. This race is a little different than your typical adventure or triathlon. It takes its three stages - swimming, biking, running - from triathlon, and then throws some wilderness into the mix. You can do as an individual, or split the stages between a team of three. Either way you choose to race, you'll get to experience the unique terrain of Caledonia Highlands and the stunning Fundy Coast.

Here are the details:
1 km swim at Bennett Lake
14 km mountain bike or 20 km road bike
10 km trail run on Coastal trail.  

Register Online Atlantic Chip  

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July 16, 2010

Corn Hill Bicycle Festival !

This is the lastest project I'm working on with a fellow cyclist. It's been taking over our lives recently, but we're having a blast doing it. The festival is on Saturday July 24th. There'll be group rides, workshops, music, bbq. We've gotten lots of positive feedback and the registrations are rolling in.

For all the info just check out our website www.bicyclecornhill.wordpress.com

Recently, a long time cyclist described Corn Hill as a "cycling mecca" in New Brunswick. Hope you get out to see for yourself.

June 30, 2010

Green Fields and Glowing Sun

The other night I went for a fantastic bike ride with Bill and Janice around Corn Hill. Here are a few photos from the ride.  I love these long summer evenings with green fields and glowing sun. I love spending time in the woods hiking and camping but it's sure hard to beat the countryside's beauty at this time of year!



 
Long Shadows
 
  
On the Country View Road


 
Dazzling evening light on the Burlock Road


Reaching the crest
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June 29, 2010

Father's Day Hike in Fundy Park

 Father's Day hike

This Father's Day my brother, his fiancee, and I went hiking with our dad in Fundy National Park. The sunny day faded as fog greeted us at the park boundary. The Moosehorn - Laverty Falls Trail is a favourite of my dad's so we headed there and found a nearly empty parking lot. A surprise, considering this is one of the Park's most popular trails and it was Father's Day. We dressed for the damp weather but within 15 minutes the temperature began rising and throughout the hike it steadily grew warmer.

We decided to hike into Laverty Falls, then follow the trail downriver past the pools, and return to the parking lot on the Moosehorn Trail. Hiking the trail in this direction was a first for me, usually I'd wanted to save Laverty fall for the end. But from now on I'll always walk to Laverty first then head down river.

The trail to Laverty Fall is wide and rutted but if you can take your eyes off the ground you'll see a wonderful example of a real Acadian forest. Yellow birch, gnarled with age, thrust up like great outstretched hands - fingers the size of normal trees. If you look through the open forest you'll see the dark, scaly bark of red spruce that shoot like arrows through the canopy. There's even a big hollow tree you can stand inside and have your picture taken.

We paused at Laverty Falls, then proceeded down river. I love this portion of the trail as it follows the river you can see how the banks are built of deposited gravel and cobble - at times the river cuts into the bank exposing cobble several feet deep. As the river valley widens it takes on a mountainous feel - alders and wildflowers grow in the flood plain along side the occasional boulder.

This deep pool was so good for swimming. 

All of a sudden geology changes drastically and the river is squeezed through a channel of solid rock - leaving a bubbling wake to settle in a deep clear pool. We stopped here for lunch and with perfect timing the sun started to burn a little hotter. That was enough to convince us to go for a swim. We braced ourselves for icy water but it was surprisingly warm - I was able to stay in comfortably for 15 minutes. We probed around the pool looking at giant carved stones and diving into deep clear water.


Bracing for the plunge but it turned out to be quite warm.

Even on an overcast day, the sun powered through the clouds reaching the rock and giving it heat to radiate back. Perfect for lazing about, eating, and drying off. We hiked back up to the parking lot on the Moosehorn Trail passing again through a beautiful lush forest. Along the way I wondered if the Park would consider connecting this trail to the Forks Trail just a little farther down the river. It would make a great loop, plus it would allow people to hike from Laverty Falls, and the Dobson Trail, for the entire length of the Upper Salmon River to Alma.

We finished the day off with a stop at Alma's new cafe, the Octupus's Garden where we got hot drinks, pastry, and sat on the patio. An excellent way to top off the day. I'm so glad Alma has a good cafe once again.

Father's Day is an excellent excuse to get outside. I hope you did something special with your dad.

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June 18, 2010

Riding the Corn Hill Countryside

Speeding past green fields on empty roads.

Last night three friends and I went for 18 km bike ride on the rolling country roads around Corn Hill. We packed a picnic and headed west on Route 890, swinging back east on the Buckley Settlement Road to climb up Anagance Ridge. We stopped for our light supper at the edge of a cattle pasture overlooking Corn Hill. We finished our loop along the Country View Road where we enjoyed wide views, to the east and west, as we sped on the smooth pavement at top speed. We moseyed back to the house, riding side by side on the empty roads, enjoy the last of the sunlight on this warm summer night. 


On the Elliot Road.

Riding side by side on empty roads.
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June 15, 2010

Bicycling in Corn Hill


Just got back from a great evening ride around Corn Hill. The sun was starting to set as I left the driveway with my Dad. We headed around block, as its known, and had only 2 cars pass us the whole time. A rainstorm in the afternoon had left the land laden with moisture and as it began to cool pockets of mist formed in sheltered corners. 

There always seem to be something interesting happening with the weather around here. The summer clouds are remarkably dynamic in Corn Hill creating powerful sunset over the open hills and in the early morning light you’ll find fog lying in the valley floors after a warm summer night.

If you're interested in cycling in Corn Hill check out the Corn Hill Bicycle Festival - 

www.bicyclecornhill.wordpress.com

 Riding by green fields


Sunset over the Baseline Road
 
Looking over the gap at White’s Mountain


Pockets of mist in the forest
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May 21, 2010

A Real New Brunswick Forest

Huge red spruce in the bottom of Walton Glen Canyon. A beautiful example of what New Brunswick's forests can be. 


Recently I was camping in Walton Glen Canyon and it got me thinking about how much I appreciate our forests. But I didn't always feel this way.



Growing up here I always thought that New Brunswick had lousy forests. I was envious of the south's big hardwood trees and the west coast's rain forests. Our forests seemed thick and small. Occasionally I'd see a tree that was a foot in diameter and think whoa that's a big tree. As a child and later as a teenager, most of my experiences in the woods involved scratching through thick spruce stands or bushwhacking through hardwood thickets. This gets tiring after a while and I grew frustrated with what I thought were "normal" New Brunswick forest. 

If you grew up in New Brunswick you can be forgiven for thinking that a real New Brunswick forest is a dark uninspiring thing. Because often they are...after repeated clearcutting our forests have been reduced to a fraction of their former glory. What we tend to see are forests in transition. These forests are on a long road to recovery. When you go in the woods you're probably going to be looking at white spruce, fir, red maple, and white birch all of which are just juveniles in the natural life of a forest. Forests need time to mature. Given time these quick growing juvenile species that we so commonly see, give way to the majestics - such as yellow birch, sugar maple, and red spruce. 

The key to this is that those white spruce, fir, red maple, and white birch can grow in the full sun of a clearcut or farmer's field but these trees struggle under the shade of  their own forest canopy. Once these trees have grown to their full size their shade stops seedlings from growing. But the majestics; such as red spruce, sugar maple, and yellow birch, can grow in these cool shady forests. This succession can take half a century. 

In the past couple years I've come to appreciate New Brunswick's forests because I got the opportunity to see some old ones and that got me interested in learning more about them. I've learnt that we actually have unique forest here - called the Acadian Forest. It's a mix of conifers (evergreens) and deciduous (hardwoods) that span from northern New England, to Nova Scotia, and parts of eastern Quebec - and that's it. Not a large area but a very diverse one. In many areas of North America, forests are predominantly evergreens or hardwoods. Around here we've got a wonderful mix of the two. And despite what you may think. These trees get really big. We just don't normally leave them standing long enough to see this. 

An old Acadian Forest is not only beautiful to look at but it's home to a diverse range of animals and plants. The forest also plays a crucial role in moderating our climate - not only through capturing CO2 from the atmosphere but also by cooling the surface of the earth and as recent research suggests seeding rain clouds. Which will help mitigate two of the serious concerns of our unchecked climate change. Plus, from a recreational point of view - old Acadian Forests are wide open and easy to walk through. Perhaps New Brunswickers are inactive because most of our forests are too bloody thick to walk through (just kidding). 

I'm not opposed to logging and forestry. Its an important part of our heritage and our economy. And we all rely on wood for our homes and toilet paper. But the manner in which we consume this landscape is unsettling. Several centuries of intensive logging has left its toll on New Brunswick's landscape and it continues to shape our land.  I understand that it may be unrealistic to do away with clearcutting completely, but I wish it would be done in a more responsible manner. As well, I feel that turning clearcuts in plantations of just one or two species and spraying pesticides to kill off the hardwoods is destructive and short sighted. 

I worry that most New Brunswickers have never experienced a true, old Acadian Forest and therefore do not appreciate what it is we're losing. When all you know are scrubby little forests that are a pain to walk through, do you really care much if they get chopped down in another part of the province? I feel that you've got to experience something before you can really care about it. So I worry that by continually degrading our forests we are losing the opportunity to see what they once were and could one day again be. If we don't learn to love the woods then who is going to care if they are all turned into plantations for toilet paper.

 Clearcuts south of Sussex. If you're driving to see some of New Brunswick's old forests you're bound to pass a major clearcut. But unless you venture into these backwoods areas you might just never see a major clearcut. Much of province's logging is happening in North-Central New Brunswick - out of sight for most of us.


Once a nice tree. Now it is probably toilet paper.


There's a number of places in New Brunswick where you can see what a real Acadian forest should look like. Get out there and see it for yourself. Take your children and show them a real New Brunswick forest.

The steep valleys along the Fundy Coast are probably my favorite areas. These were probably all logged at one time, but more recently the difficulty of working on steep slopes prevented the trees from being logged. But there are plenty of spots tucked away in Southern New Brunswick where you can find old forests.

 

Along the Fundy Footpath near Goose Creek you'll pass through stands red spruce rising from a mossy bed of ferns that conjure up images of a rainforest. (I'd argue that it is a rainforest...it gets 1.5 metres of precipitation every year on average and lots of cool foggy days to ensure it doesn't evaporate). And actually I've heard that's part of the reason the forest is so old. The moisture helps prevent forest fires.
 

In the Spring time the diversity of an Acadian Forest is really distinct. Notice how the lime-greens of the hardwoods stand out from the dark green conifers. As the summer goes on its harder to notice this mosaic from afar. This photo was taken above the Upper Salmon River near Alma just across the boundary Fundy National Park. 


 Near Martin Head (at the East of the mouth of the Quiddy River, south of Sussex) you'll find a cathedral of giant hardwoods near the coast. 

 Towering spruce are dwarfed by even taller cliffs at the popular rock climbing area in Welsford.

Majestic hardwoods spared from the saw in Parlee Brook just outside of Sussex. These trees are protected from logging by the 30 m setback from watercourses. Outside of this buffer, the nearby forest has been clearcut.

Giants near Bouctouche. Location unknown. Photo: Courtesay of L. Jacobs

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May 12, 2010

The Hidden Fundy Coast

 
Oh the Fundy Coast. You gotta love its hidden coves and secret beaches. 

A couple weekends ago I was invited to go camping and hiking at this beach in the St. Martins area. I had never heard of the beach, so I was surprised to arrive in such an astounding place.  The beach is big in every dimension - its width, its length and even the size of the pebbles. Dark sea cliffs tower above the cove and I expected to see three masted ships anchored off shore. It's wild and feels like a foreign country. 

On our hike to the headland we followed sea cliffs through an open grassland that was blooming with wildflowers. We passed an old stone fence that may have once held sheep along the windy cliff's edge. From the Headland we could clearly see Cape Spencer  in the West near Saint John as well Cape Chignecto across the bay in the east. Isle Haute hovered in a bay- mysterious as always.

I'm starting to notice a trend around the Bay of Fundy. The best places are not in Parks but are known by locals and chances are you've never heard of them before.  I'd love to tell you where to find some of them but I think that's best kept between friends and locals. So I'll leave this place unnamed.


The Headland. 


This little beach has no escape at high tide.


Grassland on the headland. Very similar to the meadow at the tip of 
Cape Split in Nova Scotia. I would like to ask a ecologist about how this came to be. Grassland in New Brunswick...that's unheard of.


Peering over the edge of the cliff.

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April 23, 2010

Back on the Bicycle

 Blue Skies in April mean one thing. The April High. Most springs a high pressure system rolls into the North East and teases us with a taste of summer. For most it will mean the first sun burn of the year and the first beers on the back deck. For me it meant getting back on my bicycle.

A couple days ago I got back from my climbing road trip in the Eastern US. In many ways it was a great trip - I met so many wonderful people and I climbed day after day at some of the East's best crags. But I was on the road for five weeks and I drove about 6000 km. So much driving. Heading north on the interstate near New York, in heavy traffic all I wanted was some fresh air and a chance to stretch my legs. That's when I started craving my bicycle.

So since I got home all I could think about was parking my truck and riding my bike. Thanks to the April High Pressure system I was able to get back on my bike right away. My chance came on Tuesday evening when I had plans to visit a friend in Sussex. I left my truck at home and rode into town that the evening.
 
The ride along Route 890 has awesome views, fun hills, and low traffic. But what I find coolest about the ride is this feeling of being funneled down a giant river valley towards Sussex. It's about a 30 km ride which took me about an hour and a half, although it actually feels much shorter. Once you get into the rhythm of pedaling time just slips away.

Mount Pisgah


Loving life

March 12, 2010

Just Walking to Town - Corn Hill to Sussex on Foot.

I've wanted to walk to Sussex for years. I suppose it all started when I heard stories about ol' Parker Coates. When he was young (we're talking long ago) he'd walk or bicycle into Sussex from Corn Hill for dances on the weekends. That was back when it was an old dirt road with more potholes than you could fill with a dumptruck. Then there is the stories of ol' Joe Dickie walking his cows to the market in Sussex. Nowadays with automobiles, no one walks like they did in the old days. So I thought, what the heck, people have walked long distances since the dawn of time. I might as well give it a try.

I got some maps and planned my route to sussex. The obvious path is to follow the roads but who wants to walk on roads?? So I outlined a route that would take me through the fields and forests of Knightville and over the top of Mount Pisgah. I'd always wanted to hike on top of Mount Pisgah, so why not include it in my trip to Sussex.

I set out from Corn Hill early on Friday morning on snowshoes and by lunch time I had made it to Giermend's German Deli in Knightville. I picked up some deliscious meats for lunch and carried on.




Near the end of the day I climbed onto Mount Pisgah, fought through birch thickets and came out in a gorgeous hollow near a fork in a brook. Exhausted from a couple hours of bushwhacking I decided to set up camp. I put together a simple tarp structure and enjoyed a hot supper as the sun went down.


I feel asleep to the sound of the babbling brook under a canopy of stars. I was awfully cozy that night, snug in my little nest.

Dawn crashed through the trees with an cutting light, but I just put my head deeper in my sleeping bag and kept sleeping. It's nice to sleep in a bit during winter camping to give the sun a chance to warm things up.

I climbed out of the hollow and found myself in a humongous clearcut. The mountain side was totally smoked! "What a disgrace" I thought. But at least you get good views from clearcuts. The sun was high, and in the blue sky I noticed two eagles circling in the thermals. I smashed and cursed my way through the clearcut's thick growth and breathed a sigh of relief when I arrived in an old hardwood forest. From there I could see Smith's Creek, Roachville, Sussex, Sussex Corner, Dutch Valley, and Penobsquis. It was stunning how much higher I was than the surrounding hills.

  Looking over the Sussex Valley. The town is just below the strange black dot.

After a quick lunch in the sun, I was ready for the final push to Sussex. After a steep descent, I hit a forest so thick that I could swim through it. But soon I began encountering a web of woodlot roads which tempted me and soon lead me off track and in the completely wrong direction. I started to realize where I was headed but refused to go back into the choking forest. So I carried on and with a heavy sigh, well actually more like a few F***'s. The wood's road brought me to the Knightville Road near Smith's Creek. I took off my snowshoes, strapped them on my pack and hoofed it the rest of the way to town on the road. Soon I was happy to be on the road. With the warm weather my snowshoes had been balling up with snow some terrible. As well, on the road I got to look up at, the hills I was looking down at from atop Mount Pisgah.




In the hot afternoon sun I arrived in Town and strolled downtown to get a beer at the Broadway Cafe. That was the perfect way to conclude my walk to town. Taking the time to get somewhere always makes the destination a whole lot more rewarding. This walk was probably the most rewarding trip I've done in recent years.

As spring arrives, consider taking a day to leave the car at home and walking to your closest town. Bring a lunch and a friend, and see what that distance feels like. You can follow the country roads, there's no need to contrive a bushwhacking adventure like I did.

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Loch Alva Wilderness Trip



Loch Alva Wilderness Winter Trip

February 14th to 19th, 2010
6 Days on Snowshoes with Paul Maybee

Pulling sleds, sleeping in a tent, and living the good life. 

I learnt two important things on this trip:

1. Winter camping can be very comfortable and is more rewarding than summer camping. 
2. The Loch Alva Wilderness is unbelievably wild and gorgeous.

I encourage you to visit Paul's Blog for a fantastic photo-essay of our trip. I think he really captured the spirit of our time in the woods.  Just follow the link below.





Day 1. Starting from the Highway near Westfield. 

Day 1. Pulling sleds on skidoo trails to Turtle Mountain.

Day 2. A day of exploring around Turtle Mountain. Here, Paul is bracing himself against the wind atop Turtle Mountain. 

Day 2. A new watersource is discovered! We collected a couple liters from the tart throughout the day.

Day 3. Dawn from the top of Turtle Mountain. 

Turtle Mountain's Rocky Summit. 

Day 3. Paul pulling a sled on Turtle Lake, Turtle Mountain in the Distance.

Day 3. Paul crossing Turtle Lake with ideal weather and snow conditions, Turtle Mountain in the Distance. 

 Day 3. Paul with Turtle Mountain in the distance. Notice the blue sky and sunglasses. Brilliant weather for traveling.


Day 4. Morning at our camp near Rocky Lakes. 



Day 4. Exploring the barrens around Rocky Lake.

Day 4. Black Spruce stab through the ground like Narwhales Tusks.

Day 5. Onward! Leaving Rocky Lakes after two days.  Paul with his trusty sled in tow. 
 
Day 5. On the big lake - Loch Alva.  Heading towards Green Ridge which is visible in the distance. 
 
Day 6. Admiring the old spruce on Green Ridge. 

Day 6. Leaving Green Ridge on our final day's travel to Musquash.

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