Florenceville, New Brunswick. I left the highway and followed my gut, turning onto smaller and smaller roads, until I came to a narrow bridge and saw an overgrown road leading off to the right. The road petered off within a hundred metres to a private little spot by the river. Yeah yeah, “living in a van by the river”, I know. You know how many times I’ve had to sit through that joke? Now it’s finally true, and I have to say this might have been the most perfect spot I’ve ever stayed; quiet, private, and in the morning I learned that I was right beside a historic covered bridge. Poked around a bit, then I was off: the final day of driving!