The bus hits a pothole and the jolt tosses me from my seat. The young girl sitting beside her mother in front of me sees it happen and starts to giggle. I join her chuckle with one of my own as I right myself upward, a little embarrassed. It is a 45-minute, vibrating bus ride... Continue Reading →
Coming out of the isolation of Parc-National-de-la-Gaspesie, my re-entry into an urban setting makes me tense. I have a death-grip on the steering wheel as I navigate roads that seem to pin-wheel in every direction. "Can't you people all go home?" I said aloud to myself, annoyed by the unpredictability of other drivers, and pedestrians... Continue Reading →
This spring I purchased a new-to-me Nikon 7300 and added a few lenses to my hobby kit. Clumsiness prevailed until I finally bonded with my new equipment. Part of our agreement was that if I provided decent light, a flawless subject matter, and a bit of finger-crossing for luck, I would be granted some palatable... Continue Reading →
I am the second to arrive at the meeting point to catch the bus to the trail-head of Mont Jacques Cartier. I nod a greeting to the young man already there, then lower my pack down onto the slatted wooden boards of the wrap-around porch outside the visitor lodge in Parc-National-de-la-Gaspesie. It would be a... Continue Reading →
A hundred meters from the turn into campground B, I am stopped from going forward. I can see several vehicles pulled over to the shoulder and about six people standing outside taking instruction from a lady in a yellow vest and a Parks Canada hat. She has her arm extended out towards them with her... Continue Reading →
