STEEVES MOUNTAIN, N.B. — I was testy because I hadn’t wanted to drive all the way to Fredericton anyway and when Melani asked me to take an exit off the Trans Canada in the middle of nowhere even though there was clearly no gas station to stop at … I did not say “I told you so.” Even once. I just kept driving.
After a bizarre cloverleaf, we found ourselves on a small highway without much going for it. “Just pull over anywhere,” Melani said in frustration after a few miles, as though by saying that a flat, safe section of road would appear by magic. And then, you know, because that’s how it works, a flat, safe section appeared. And there was Jesus.
It’s got nothing on Thunder Mountain, but tiny Prayer Mountain certainly lifted our spirits.
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