I spent the last 2 days driving from Toronto to New Brunswick and am finally settling into my Priceville office – cleverly disguised as my deck which has beautiful views of the Miramichi River valley. 
The trip down here usually takes only one (very long) day of driving but this time I had the misfortune of getting caught in a late spring snow storm that forced me to overnight in Quebec. I slept in the next morning thinking I didn’t need to push it – only to realize I was near enough to Quebec City to get caught in the morning rush hour… Oh well.
Coming back to the Miramichi River is a trip I always look forward to regardless of whether it is during the fishing season or not. I have to admit that when I drive down there is something about crossing the Ontario/Quebec border that stirs my mind, but crossing the Quebec/New Brunswick border stirs my soul. As many of you know, my family’s roots are here and I own a small home overlooking the Miramichi valley which is on land that has been in my family since 1803. Although I am from North Bay in Northern Ontario I have always had a greater sense of ‘coming home’ when I have headed down east – and this trip is no different.
The first thing I do when I cross the border into New Brunswick is turn my watch ahead an hour because it is of course a different time zone. In my haste to get here this time I forgot to reset my watch and when I finally arrived at Iolaire – my home in Priceville that I inherited from the uncle whose name I carry – the weather cleared and the sun warmed the porch enough to allow me to sit outside.
I sat down with a cup of tea, went on-line – and realized I had lost that valuable hour of work. I grumbled to myself for a moment as I reset my watch and as I did so, looked out over the river and thought to myself, “I just lost an hour, but every time I come here likely adds another year to my life…” The sense of history and tradition that permeate this valley and the people who live here are good for the soul – even moreso if you are lucky enough to fly fish.
If you have not visited the Miramichi River I highly recommend it – especially if you’re a work knob like me…




