This summer my family took a road trip to New Brunswick for a little vacation, visiting with my father, and exploring the province for a few days. It was such a great trip, driving over 3,000 km from Toronto to Saint John, and back again that I had to make a video.
Give me the open road, a reliable car, and some time with my family, and I’m a very happy guy, especially when I get to drive to the east coast from a little time away.
There is nothing as good for the soul as travel, if you ask me, and this year I’m already excited about a few family trips we’ve been planning.
You may have noticed that it’s been a bit quiet around here. Not that long ago I was bustling my way through TIFF, but a day after it was over, I had to get myself to New Brunswick where I’ve been working ever since. It’s coming up on two weeks that I’ve been here, and the adventure continues for another week before I head back to Toronto.
When the first purple violets (the lyrical French name is violette cuculée) begin peeking through the meadows and woodlands of New Brunswick in May, it’s the signal to get outdoors and discover the beaches, parks and natural attractions in Canada’s largest Maritime province.
As often as I can, I head to New Brunswick to be with my family, but I’ll be the first to admit that it’s no as often as I would like.
The thing is though, once I’m there, everything about the place comes rushing back. I grew up in New Brunswick, right up until I went to university, and I think it’s safe to say the province played a big part in shaping who I am.
I may call Toronto home these days, but to be honest, I’ll always be a New Brunswicker. I grew up in New Brunswick (the province, not the city in New Jersey), and I still try to get back every now and then, and the last time I was there I stumbled upon my new favorite thing: Covered Bridge potato chips.
Almost two months have passed since my last Groom update, and yes, a lot has changed. We still have a lot to plan, but we’re slowly getting some of the biggest plans settled.
As you drive up the long road in St. Andrews-by-the-Sea, New Brunswick toward the Fairmont Algonquin, there is a sudden feeling of travelling back in time. In fact, there is an immediate impression as if you had actually been placed inside the Movie Dirty Dancing and are pulling into Kellerman’s.
