I often read that food is love, but it’s also memory. Such is the case with the burger shack of Murray Beach, New Brunswick, in the Canadian Maritimes.
Campbellton was a waypoint, a dot on the map between days 2 and 3 of driving north from Boston to the Gaspé Peninsula. We arrived late and rushed to grab food in the bar attached to our HoJo, attached to an aging mall, attached to the bridge to Quebec.
We didn’t know what we were going to get ourselves into. We had just spent a week camping and hiking and were about to enter our first “real” city in days. All we knew about Moncton was that it held about 70,000 people and that it had bars in it that would be open and serving beer.
We didn’t know if he was going to kill us or invite us into his home. We had been shooting in a nearby parking lot and he must have seen us from his window.
It wasn’t just through education, but through travel that I realized how to break free. These ideas really took root on that first trip to Saint John.
Aside from almost missing our flight to Vancouver and being giving a minivan instead of an SUV by the guys at Discount, X-Can started off fine. Once we crossed the Canadian Rockies however, it became clear that we were still wet behind the ears. Here are a few lessons we learned while in Alberta.
You can order a “lumberjack breakfast” pretty much anywhere you go. The dish carries an ideal of an old fashioned, hearty breakfast that can carry you through long hours of working outdoors. When you order it in the Canadian Rockies that ideal becomes a reality.