An annual tradition got a new twist this year. Each August or September, my wife and I make a six hour drive into isolated western New Brunswick for an extended long weekend at her family’s cottage. This year, we had an additional family member along for the trip – our dog, Chewy, who we adopted back in October last year. He’s pushing eleven years old and we hadn’t yet done a long road trip with him, so we were curious as to how he’d make out. Generally, he’s a pretty laid back fellow who likes to get about twenty two hours of sleep a day so we were hoping for the best. Two minutes into the road trip we stopped for some Starbucks and he was looking pretty relaxed in the back seat:
New Brunswick
A morning tour of Saint John
Saint John is a city I get to visit a couple of times a year for work. But each trip is usually a very quick one, leaving very little time to explore the city. That being said, it’s a city I’ve spent a bit of time in over the years. Saint John is my dad’s birthplace, and when I was a kid, a family road trip up there wasn’t an unfamiliar occurrence.
On a work-related trip to Saint John back in May, I found myself with a quiet Saturday morning to do a bit of exploring. From my downtown (or is it uptown?… let’s just say it was in the centre of the city) hotel, I walked toward the waterfront and encountered this fellow. It’s a sculpture donated by Moosehead Breweries, Canada’s oldest and largest independent brewer. Better to meet a guy like this here than on a New Brunswick road in your car:

