Many times on the trip, we let the GPS pick the "shortest" route to a place, which was often on back roads, (Gabe would say, "Oh, Felicia, where the fuck are we?" or "Nice gravel pit!"); the one to visit a friend in Ripples, NB, took us by the site of a World War II Internment Camp. This is the edge and the only remaining building, there's a walking trail to go through the whole area.

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