The small village of Alma sits perched in a crevice carved by the Upper Salmon River.  Behind, the shadows of the Caledonia Highlands; in front, the restless expanse of the Bay of Fundy.

Little has changed in Alma through the years, it still bears the quaint, unspoiled nature of a Fundy fishing village. Once the fishermen caught herring, shad and salmon, now the waters share a bounty for richer palettes….lobster and scallops.

There are new faces throughout, an influx of those escaping to a simpler way of life, but the air still bears the salty sharpness of a world-famous bay and the flavour of life here never seems to change much.

And the tides….they still rise and fall twice a day, dictating the rhythm of existence here. No matter the time of day, if the tide is rising, the fishing boats are readying themselves for another day on the water.

Visitors love to gather at the wharf to see the colorful clutter of fishing boats, resting quietly on the muddy floor of the bay, then marvel, hours later, to see those same boats bobbing on the encroaching tide as they reach for the upper pilings of the wharf.

Once, the village reaped the benefits of the land and sea together – mining operations dotted the landscape, sawmills decorated every creek, and until the early 1900’s, the virgin pine and spruce forests were sacrificed for exports and the construction of ships.

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