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New Brunswick is one of Canada’s best-kept outdoor secrets. Covered in roughly 80% forest, the province offers rolling hills, ancient river valleys, dramatic coastal bluffs, and the world’s highest tides — all accessible by trail

If you’ve opened your electricity bill lately and done a double-take, you’re not alone. NB Power rates have officially gone up again

There’s something about a Saturday morning at a farmers’ market that can’t be replicated anywhere else. The smell of fresh bread pulling you toward a baker’s table

Have you lived in one of these cities? The answer probably looks different depending on which side of the comparison you’re standing on.

New Brunswick doesn’t have the same tourist machinery as Prince Edward Island or the Cabot Trail. It doesn’t need it.

Ask anyone who’s driven across New Brunswick and the conversation will inevitably arrive at the same place: Highway 1.

A major 2025 happiness survey put New Brunswick in the top two happiest provinces in all of Canada.

If you’ve been watching Canada’s housing market with a mixture of despair and dark humour, here’s something that might actually make you feel better

If you’ve ever driven a dirt road in February, argued about whether poutine tastes better in French or English, or felt inexplicably proud watching the Reversing Falls churn, then congratulations — you might just be a true New Brunswicker.

From tidal wonders to forest trails and festival stages, the province’s finest pleasures don’t cost a cent.

There’s a certain kind of place that doesn’t announce itself. It doesn’t appear on splashy magazine covers or trend on social media. It just gets better, year by year, while the rest of the country slowly starts to notice

There is a small wooden sign on the shoulder of the highway, hand-lettered in forest green, that you have probably blown past at 110 kilometres an hour without a second glance.

However you spend it — on the water, on a trail, or around a backyard fire — happy Victoria Day from New Brunswick!

There’s an unwritten pact among New Brunswickers. You can tell visitors about Fundy’s tides, Hopewell Rocks, and the covered bridges — those are already famous. But the little towns? Those stay between us.

Walk through Saint John’s North End on a weekday afternoon and you’ll still see the evidence of hard decades: vacant lots overgrown with alder, row houses with boarded windows, stretches of Main Street that empty out before dark