The Musquodoboit River winds slowly through the Musquodoboit valley, sometimes rushing along but always photogenic, until it reaches the Atlantic Ocean and the village of Musquodoboit Harbour. I often visit this river in the fall when the colours are bright and the air is crisp. It's my last outdoors hoorah before winter.
The lack of canoes and kayaks surprises me because as a former paddler this river is as good as it gets.
