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inside the covered bridge

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the Starkey Bridge over Long Creek

One of New Brunswick’s ‘claims to fame’ is its covered bridges.  A covered bridge is a bridge constructed with high sides and a roof, made to cope with winter snow loads.  The covered bridge was designed to be easier to cross in winter.  Also, these bridges don’t have to be shovelled free of snow after storms.

There are 60 covered bridges in New Brunswick, one less after the Mangrum Bridge, crossing the Becaguimec River, was destroyed by vandals earlier this month.  Communities really love their covered bridges and try to keep them safe by holding watches at Halloween and other times of the year.  It is a huge disappointment to anticipate driving across a covered bridge you have visited in the past, only to find it has been burnt and replaced with a metal Bailey Bridge.

Visiting covered bridges is a favourite pastime for many New Brunswickers. On a hot day, the bridges are cool inside and there are usually open ‘windows’ to encourage breezes and allow a view of the river. When a car drives through the bridge, the whole structure vibrates and the car tires make a deep-toned rumble.  The floor timbers in a covered bridge are pleasant to walk on and the rafters make interesting study for the carvings and writings people have left as mementos of their visits.

In 1992, my husband and son and I began a project to celebrate Canada’s 125thbirthday.  We intended to visit all the covered bridges in the province and make a record of the carvings and graffiti inside each bridge.

we promised to include the ‘Canada 125’ logo whenever we reported on our project, so here it is!

We explored many of the bridges, and made pencil rubbings of some of the more memorable carvings.  I particularly remember the girl’s name ‘Phoebe’ carved in elegant lettering in the Wheaton Bridge (bridge installed 1916) over the Tantramar River, and a carving of an old car and the date 1910 in the Maxwell Crossing Bridge over the Dennis Stream (bridge installed 1910).

some of the notations in our record for the Maxwell Crossing Bridge over the Dennis Stream

Other markings were also noteworthy.  Inside the Falls Brook Bridge at Nortondale over the Nackawic River were the following words in India ink:  ‘Ptarmigan Hunter Ray Brown May 12th 1896  Horse had bad leg”.   An expert birder in the area told me Ptarmigan have never been recorded in New Brunswick and this could be a valid record.

Another bit of graffiti I particularly liked were the words I AM THE WIND, printed in yellow in at least three of the bridges in Charlotte County, including the covered bridge on Stillwater Road over the Digedeguash River.   This bridge is now gone and a Bailey Bridge was in its place the last time we visited.

 

 I am the wind

~

I am the wind

of the Digedeguash

shaped by valley walls

~

I  race trout

lift ferns

blow quick kisses

under the wings of butterflies

~

I am the wind

spoken in the beams

of the covered bridge

slipped into space

between

boards

I rattle the roof, the reeds

vibrate with my breath

~

I am the wind

from the County line

to the Passamaquoddy Bay

I race

~

refreshed by the waterfall, salted

by the rising tide

~

carve my name

on the boards, block

my name in yellow

chalk

~

I am the wind

~

Published as: ‘I am the Wind’, Spring 1995, The Cormorant XI (2)

(revised)

© Jane Tims

Smyth Bridge, crossing a small tributary of the South Oromocto River

Written by jane tims

September 5, 2011 at 7:47 am

edge of lake

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Water is essential to my health, not only because I need it to drink.  I also need to see water.  Whether it’s the water of a stream, river, lake or ocean, being near water comforts and enlivens me.  

I like the transitions too, the places where land and water meet – the seashore, the margins of a brook, or the shoreline of a lake.  Birds and other animals love ‘edge’ – places where the food is plentiful and cover is available.  We go to the lake shore to watch loons diving for fish, deer wading in the marsh grass and ducks ‘dabbling’ along the shore. 

edge of lake

 

evening edge

~

of lake

a corner torn

from the loaf of hills

red with setting        

~

faint click

sun gone

dusk and bread crumbs scattered

~

nasal chuckle

from the farther shore

arrows etched on glass        

~

blue-winged teal

under wings a glimpse

of summer night

~

greedy for crust and crumbs

~

© Jane Tims  1998

evening edge of lake

Written by jane tims

August 29, 2011 at 7:12 am

deep waters – Clear Lake

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As a result of my work, I have been privileged to see some remote, very special places in New Brunswick. 

One of these is Clear Lake, a pristine lake in the south west area of the province.  To reach Clear Lake, we canoed across Sparks Lake and made the short portage from Sparks to Clear.  The portage crosses the narrow divide between two watersheds – Sparks Lake eventually flows into the Magaguadavic River, while Clear Lake is part of the Pocologan River system.

topographic map showing Clear Lake, Horseback Lake and Sparks Lake

Clear Lake is a deep lake with remarkably clear water.  Lake depth measurements from the New Brunswick Aquatic Data Warehouse show the maximum measured depth to be 29.6 meters (97 feet), although deeper depths have been recorded.  Stones on the bottom of the lake look like they are only centimetres away, but when you put your hand into the water, you quickly realise they are far out of reach.

standing beside Horseback Lake, a small lake just west of Clear Lake, October 1992 (photo by J. O'K.)

 

Clear Lake

~

behind us

dry leaves settle

waves on Sparks and Redrock

~

Clear Lake

bottle blue

silences our chatter

reeds and aluminium

whisper

~

we glide

~

between islands

group of seven trees

flung southward

quartz cobbles

rim the shore

dark Porcupine

bristles with conifers

tangled in the surface

plunge eighteen fathoms

to a cove

gathered in arms

of granite and pine

a cabin perched green

shadows peering

over the edge                                               

~

sudden and silent

sunken logs

caressed by crescent suns

cast through ripples

only a touch away

~

through the mirror

shattered

numb fingers search

down

down

~

essence always

out of reach

~

dissolved

in the clear lake         

~

 

Published as: “Clear Lake”, 1999, River Revue 5

(revised) 

© Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

August 26, 2011 at 6:57 am

a woodland stream in southern Alberta

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When we were children, living in Alberta, Mom and Dad took us for drives on the weekends.  Usually, we explored the prairie roads or the landscape of the South Saskatchewan River.  Sometimes, though, we sought the wooded areas of southern Alberta. 

A place we visited more than once was a small wooded stream in the Cypress Hills.  We called it ‘Greyburn Gap’, probably after the nearby community of Greyburn’s Gap.  The site had a picnic table and shelter, woods to explore, and the little stream. 

The Cypress Hills area is an eroded plateau, rising above the Alberta and Saskatchewan prairies.  It was left unglaciated during the last ice age and has a flora and fauna much different than the surrounding prairie.  Part of the Cypress Hills is protected as the Cypress Hills Interprovincial Park.

Elkwater Lake and the wooded landscape of the Cypress Hills Interprovincial Park as they appeared in 1967

My parents were raised in Nova Scotia and were accustomed to the forests of the Atlantic Provinces.   The Cypress Hills, and the woods of Elkwater Lake, where we had a cabin, must have helped them feel more at home in Alberta. 

mixed woods of Elkwater Lake area (2002)

our cabin at Elkwater Lake (1967)

 

Greyburn Gap, Alberta

~

I remember    a brook threaded through the trees like string   

black water in the gap between gossamer and fern

a fence to mark its moving   a fallen fir

to tangle its water    our hands

trailing in the eddy

~

a jug of root beer   sunk to the neck   to move the brook’s cold shiver

into our summer bodies

~

 

 © Jane Tims, 2011

Written by jane tims

August 24, 2011 at 8:04 am

niche beneath waterfall

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This past weekend, we made a visit to two of New Brunswick’s waterfalls: Erbs Falls and Smith Falls, both on the Kingston Peninsula.   

Erbs Falls begins as a quickening of the water of Peters Brook in a narrowing gorge.

 At this time of year, the water proceeds in one of two pathways, down the labyrinth of the fish ladder…

…or into a deep, narrow gorge through the bedrock…

… to emerge into the sunlight as Erbs Falls.

Smith Falls begins as a series of smaller falls in the brook.  The path runs along the brook, so we saw every ripple and dip.

Upper Moss Glen Falls

The water plunges over the lip of the falls…

…flows past a small cave…

… and forces its way between rocks over the lower part of the falls.

Waterfalls are the ultimate experience of water.  At the base of the waterfall are the mingled sounds of the thundering water and the gurgle of the stream.  The shade and mists are cooling, refreshing.  Sneakers get wet, hands are washed in cold water, and balance is tested as you follow the downward path of the waterfall.

I also like to think about the shape of the rock under the falls.  I watch the spout and flume of the water to see what solid shapes beneath the flow have shaped the waterfall.  I try to see through the white curtain of water to see the rock and stone, and understand how they are both revealed and concealed by the waterfall.

beneath waterfall

~

what can I do

to cover me

feign a drip of waterfall

from a single eye

or a flume

from the fluid of two

~

shall I arrange

my hair to hide beneath

my skin a wasp-nest

paper waterfall

hung lightly

~

who will see me

if I place my hands on rock

freckles are dapples of sun

fingernail glints of mica

or whorls in fingerprint

swirl like water

~

the spare notes of white-throat

or fluid jubilee of robin

flow over, compose sheet

music of quarter notes

to cover me

~

sitting here

on the edge of the bed

far from waterfall

electric fan for breeze

electric bulbs for sparkle

down-filled white duvet 

to hide beneath

~

© Jane Tims  2011

Written by jane tims

August 21, 2011 at 10:32 pm