The early morning hours of June 12,2019 was the usual morning except for one thing. Yes, the same beautiful sunrise reflected a red glow on the harbour. And the birds began their cheerful song at 4:00 a.m. And the injured fox we have been feeding was sitting at the door waiting for his breakfast. And I turned the knob of a newer electric stove to cook my flap jacks in a newly updated house. With family concerns and self doubt I was leaving all these great familiar comforts for a job in the very remotes of the NewBrunswick, Canada. This job was a government conservation projects and demanded I live off grid in the very far wilderness.
This job promised ruff off grid living quarters, a work camp, poor pay, and little comfort. It also promised living among an abundance of wildlife including bear and moose. For good or for better the day was here that I travel 6 hours to the remote town of Miramichi to meet the foreman. After orientation we would then drive another two hours further into the remotes of NewBrunswick.
As I traveled into the wilderness, the pain of homesickness and self doubt increased. This was not a 5 day fishing trip with my friends. This journey was for the next 6 months. The schedule was 3 to 4 days on and 3 days off but I would be an 8 hour drive from Sylvia and 5 hours from my young adult children. I seconded guessed myself as to what I was getting myself into and would it be worth the pain of leaving my family and the familiar comforts of home. These thoughts, at least for an intermitting time, came to an abrupt end when a moose ran across the road which demanded some aggressive braking. As the moose passed, he stared me down as if to say this is my place not yours. I manage to snap a photo. This picture, although poor quality, seemed to be a symbol of my looming 6 months in this wilderness, in this forest, beside the Miramichi, away from home, and away from family.
Upon arrive at the site I met the promise of ruff off grid living. The living quarters needed repair but did sport my own bedroom, running water, and electricity at least when the generator turned on. Looking out the dirty cracked picture window a feeling of homesickness invaded my senses. There was no calling home as we were a long way from cell service. Only the wilderness felt familiar but this wilderness had it’s own disappointment as there were vast tracks of clear cutting. Surely I would find comfort after I fix up the dilapidated living area. And surely the work camp by the river would be beautiful. And surely the other guys that work here will bring a sense of companionship. Perhaps in time this would all become a familiar home away from home. Regardless, I was here to put my best foot forward.
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