There and now I’m back again

I arrived back home in Edmonton on Friday afternoon. I’ve been spending time with my husband and my felines and taking care of all the tasks that pile up when you take off for nearly eight weeks (for example, “important tasks” like re-watching Ferris Bueller’s Day Off). My road trip by the numbers 20,000 kilometres 54 days 10ContinueContinue reading “There and now I’m back again”

Another day, yet another time zone

Somedays you just have to give in to the Anne of it all. So Friday night I ended up getting a ticket for the musical Anne and Gilbert, which distills the love story portion of the Anne of Green Gables into a couple hours of remarkably catchy songs from thoroughly charming actors. Which is probablyContinueContinue reading “Another day, yet another time zone”

Shooting puffin (photos)

The world sure feels like a small place some days. And I can personally attest to the fact that Canada is really, really big, so that’s saying something. Yesterday at our bed and breakfast in St. John’s, we chatted with a couple who’d lived in Edmonton earlier in their lives. As we conversed, it turnedContinueContinue reading “Shooting puffin (photos)”

Gorgeous Gros Mornes (and arrival in St. John’s)

Rather than rain and wind and fog, today we woke to sunny skies. It was the perfect day to go on the two-hour boat tour of Western Brook Pond, which is really the size of a pretty big lake. Technically, the steep mountains dropping off into the water are not fjords, because it’s freshwater andContinueContinue reading “Gorgeous Gros Mornes (and arrival in St. John’s)”

Where the Vikings came

Wednesday, we spent en route from Port Aux Basques to the very northwestern tip of Newfoundland, destination: L’Anse Aux Meadows National Historic Site, where there are the remains of an authenticated Viking encampment. It’s about an eight hour drive, and since our ferry had gotten in so late, we got a later start. But weContinueContinue reading “Where the Vikings came”