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My, my what a year.
S’good to be back in the saddle.
And as I arrived home I saw the morning fog being burned off by the sun, seemed apt for a return.
When we were kids this was one of our forts, we’d drink straight from the fresh water that came straight from the cliff, purified by the earth, one of the few clean things in the Miramichi.
Most of it has long since been washed away, but the 12 year old moss covered ladder I built is at least still there, though I wouldn’t trust it any more.
When you look at a tree, it’s hard to see it as something alive, isn’t it?
One of my favorite aspects of the Miramichi river bank is that it’s ever changing, the trees as a result are the only things that prevent half of our roads from dropping into the river.
They squirm like snakes to anchor their roots deep within the shale stone, clinging to life and supporting their weight entirely through the roots and it makes it pretty hard to ignore trees like this live.
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The world is a beautiful!
With this I’d like to try and showcase that from a more local perspective.
I may often talk about silly shenanigans going on if it’s worth mentioning.
