Norton, New Brunswick – Fatigued after conquering Cornhill, I managed to drift into a rummage sale outside Norton for a break.
“Norton??? You’re in it,” said Georgia, cleaning up after a day of sales. “Take a load off and sit a bit.”
After a get-to-ya chat Georgia invited me to stay. She and her husband Paul had been married 51 years.
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| Paul and Georgia |
A couple of their grandchildren came that night to see the stranger who arrived by bike including Amy, 11, who proudly showed off her painting.
Hitched a couple rides Friday to move off the coast before tropical storm Arthur arrived. Andrew gave me a lift to St. George and then made it 32 miles to St. Stephen and crossed the border into Maine around 3 p.m. Keeping an eye on the forecast.
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| Andrew |
