West of Nova Scotia, the Atlantic shoreline is a suitable destination for a young man's inaugural voyage. From there dreams are launched, eighteen years in the making, and fully realized today.
This journey begins at the station, two rails toward the coast. But it continues beyond the tracks—two thousand miles behind you then—and into the salty air that reminds you not a bit of home.
But it is home, and the stars above are proof enough of that. It has always been this way.