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This post is part of Matador’s partnership with Canada, where journalists show how to explore Canada like a local.

Living in Southern California, there are not many days that I complain about the weather. It’s warm and sunny for about 337 days of the year. But at a certain time of the year, every year, the same thing happens to me: I get the fall foliage blues. Quietly, I simmer in envy as everywhere I look people are posting pictures of trees turned red, and TV advertisements show kids jumping into mountains of fallen leaves. All I can see out of my window is another damn palm frond.

Two years ago, I’d had enough of the monotony and decided to take matters into my own hands. I joined the masses of “leaf peepers” and “foliage hunters” who drive the back roads of New England each autumn in search of the majestic red and orange hues that blanket the East Coast of North America every year. Then, this past fall, I wanted to take a road less traveled but equally as beautiful, and that quest led me to New Brunswick, Canada. The province lies adjacent to Maine, as if it’s sitting on New England’s shoulders, and has just as many maple trees as any of those more popular (and congested) foliage routes.

The photos below are the culmination of my week-long road trip through this beautiful region at a special time of the year: New Brunswick in the fall.

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Scott Sporleder

Since graduating from San Diego State University, Scott has dedicated 3 months a year to travel and photographing the world's unique cultures. While not on the road, you can visit Scott every summer at the Sawdust Festival in Laguna Beach. You can also view his travel photography at

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    As a New Brunswicker, I guess I never noticed how good we had it until somebody pointed it out!

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