You know you’re in New Brunswick when all the bridges are covered. Like postcard bridges or the kind you see in the movies.
It struck me rather quickly and unexpectedly. Six down and one to go. There would be only one more province to paddle. And within a day or two, no more lakes to cross or rivers to run.
Soon enough, there would be only a handful of points to point. And soon enough, I would run out of maps having traced out a line on all 247, 11×17, water-proof, double-sided pages of them.