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Letter to the Editor: "Friendship Trail" Brought a Smile to My Face

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The "Friendship Trail," north of the Pierre Delorme Bridge in St. Adolphe

I have read your article about the “Friendship Trail” in St. Adolphe and I really wanted to see it for myself. I have lived in St. Adolphe my whole life, more specifically near the dike which leads to the Pierre Delorme Bridge. There has always been somewhat of a trail in that area, but for the couple to transform it into a beautiful walkway is great for the town.

I recently went to see the trail with my brothers, and we were shocked by the work that was put into this. All the hard work put in by Henriette and Richard Collette was evident. I can agree with the statement, “We are bringing lots of smiles to people’s faces and that’s our reward,” as it brought a smile to my face. When driving on the Pierre Delorme Bridge, I continuously see people on the bridge bird-watching. It does not surprise me that the bridge is among the top ten places in Manitoba to bird-watch.

During these times of isolation, there are not many options for activities if you would like to get out of the house. I believe building this trail was a great way to get out of the house and get a little fresh air. The Collettes had an opportunity to get some exercise in while putting their brains to the test. On the other side of it, the trail gives the families of St. Adolphe something to do. It allows them to get outside and check out this homemade trail. The placement of the trail is great for kids, because afterwards they can enjoy sliding down the hill.

It was a great idea to allow the community to get involved in the project. The kids who were able to help did a great job with the bird’s nests. This trail is catching the attention of the whole community. With the weather being as beautiful as it is, there is constant action at the Pierre Delorme Bridge. I hope that our community continues to take advantage of this handmade friendship trail.

Sincerely,

—Luc Lagasse

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