The River and Beyond
277 Woodstock Road E3B 2H8 Fredericton, NB, Canada

It's a big day in Field, British Columbia Business is picking up at the Truffle Pigs Café in Field, British Columbia. Snow is still over the rooftops in some pl...aces, but the long shadows of winter are losing their grip on this alpine town in the heart of Yoho National Park. It's February 19, the day the sun is finally high enough over Mount Dennis to shine directly down on the town's 200 or so citizens. They watch its movement across the sky with the enthusiasm of the Druids at Stonehenge 50 centuries ago. Nature runs the show in Field, a town rich in railway romance. In the 1880s, Sir William Van Horne, general manager of the Canadian Pacific Railway, built mountain hotels and chalets here. Wealthy tourists came. So did colourful characters like the Swiss Mountain Guides and other free spirits and dreamers. They're still coming. They're still dreaming. In a town so close to nature that an Elks Club meeting is attended by real elk, it's easy to get hooked on the intoxicating rhythms of mountain life. by Lane MacIntosh

Stopping by woods on the road less travelled.

"Every year, Terry and her travel buds would find someplace exotic to visit. Whether it was the Maine Coast, Havana, Spain or Barbados, she travelled as she l...ived, in the moment, with that Oh-So-Terry, jump-in-with-both-feet attitude." It is with heavy hearts that we announce the sudden passing of Fredericton businesswoman Terry Gayle Fitzgerald (Monahan). It was a terrible shock to her family, friends and colleagues. Her passing leaves a gaping hole where a fun-loving woman of generous spirit used to be. That spirit remains, however, and what a spirit it is. Terry loved life. She also loved her family, the very heart of which, for her, was her son Mathew. She also loved cooking, music, good wine and laughing with friends especially when these things took place simultaneously at her Yoho Lake cottage. An early riser, she loved stepping out onto the cottage’s front deck hours before sunup to look at the stars. She also rose early to work, and she built Docu-Tek, her little company on Dundonald Street, into a successful search house and corporate paralegal provider. Every year, Terry and her travel buds would find someplace exotic to visit. Whether it was the Maine Coast, Havana, Spain or Barbados, she travelled as she lived, in the moment, with that Oh-So-Terry, jump-in-with-both-feet attitude. And if those feet happened to be near a white, sandy beach, so much the better. She loved the ocean breeze. Terry’s love affair with the sea started when she spent long stretches of her childhood summers on Parlee Beach in Shediac. With her mother, Mardie, and older sister Pam, she shared a cottage with friends, rising early each morning, rain or shine, excited to get outside and discover new things. In addition to the many friends who loved her, Terry will be profoundly missed by her son, Mathew Fitzgerald of Fredericton; his partner, Kate Stewart; Mathew’s father, Richard Dick Fitzgerald of Fredericton; her brother Peter (Wendy) of Midland, ON; sisters Pamela Monahan, of McAdam; Susan Thomas of Yoho, and Kim Howe of Fredericton; her stepfather, Ian Thomas of Yoho; nieces and nephews Tami MacPherson, Mackenzie and Alex Thomas, and Christopher Pratt, as well as her aunt, Glenna Gardiner and family of Woodstock. Terry was predeceased by her mother Margaret "Mardie" Joyce Thomas; her father Hayden Monahan; an infant sister Katherine, and a nephew, Christopher MacPherson. A gathering to celebrate Terry’s rich and full life will be held Saturday afternoon, November 29, from 2 to 5 p.m. in the Delta Hotel’s Victoria Room. In lieu of flowers, a donation to a charity of the donor’s choice would be appreciated.

"With travel, as with life, it’s about slowing down, paying attention and noticing the details. It’s about just heading off in a direction and letting the unive...rse take you where it will." On a Road Through the Woods Up North by Lane MacIntosh I’m driving along Route 180 in northern New Brunswick, the road that runs from Saint-Quentin to Bathurst. This is one of those roads one of many in the province where you can go for miles and not see another car. Chances are good, though, that you’ll see a logging truck, or a pickup with all manner of working-in-the-woods equipment crammed into the back. I love driving the back roads. New Brunswick has almost 20,000 kilometres of roads, more per capita, some say, than any other province. You can drive the entire length of the Trans-Canada Highway 7,821 kilometres, from St. John’s to Victoria almost two and a half times, and still not leave New Brunswick. And a lot of those roads are just like this one, straight through the woods. With travel, as with life, it’s about slowing down, paying attention and noticing the details. It’s about just heading off in a direction and letting the universe take you where it will. Half the time, when I’m on these roads, I don’t even know where I’m going. I just drive and see where I wind up. It’s kind of a metaphor for life. You also bump into interesting characters when you’re off the beaten track. Like the fellow who filled up my car with gas earlier. Some nice today, he said, adjusting the Red Man Chewing Tobacco baseball cap perched almost sideways on his head. Whereya headin’? I’m not sure, I told him, but I’ll know when I get there. -30- Photo: Lane MacIntosh

There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now; And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now. Walt Whitman Photo: Lane MacIntosh Fredericton, New Brunswick (near the Delta Hotel) June 10, 2014, 9:09 p.m.