My adventure with the Scarecrows of Necum Teuch
Absorption, thick as fog. The fog in question was as thick as can be seen, on old Highway 7, along the eastern shore of Nova Scotia. It was 2000, and I was lucky it still hadn’t rained considering I was into my third day of rambling and had no tent. I was on my way up to my ancestral home in Newfoundland, by land for the first time. I had left Ottawa several days before, and availed of a jump-seat in a small courier flight for a company that I had worked for earlier in the spring, which had taken me from Montreal to Halifax. And when faced with a choice of where to go from there I chose to take the longer, older route between Halifax and Antigonish. Highway 7 was not busy. Locals usually only travelled a few miles down the road at a time, and drivers of…
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