Eye-balling my map, somewhere between Grand-Vallee and Mont-Ste- Pierre is the most northern point of the Gaspe Peninsula. Having stood on the equator line in Kenya, please read What-Kenya-did-to-me, and the half-way between the Equator and North pole in Stewiacke, Nova Scotia, I am disappointed there is no sign indicating I just nudge over the... Continue Reading →
After the moose encounter (in Forillon-national-park-QC-2), the rest of the afternoon was uneventful. Some washing up, snacking, followed by some cursing, and flinging things about, looking for my camera charger. Where the heck did that go? When I finally found it, I was out of sorts and totally committed to staying another night. Having by-passed... Continue Reading →
"I hear an ambulance coming," the lady at the counter says, raising her head to listen. The pen she is holding remains still in her hand, hovering mid-air. My head swivels around. "I don't hear anything..." I don't get the words out of my mouth before the sirens become audible. "Someone must have fallen off... Continue Reading →
My alarm blares, announcing my wakeup time of 2:45 am. I down some oatmeal, swig a protein smoothie, then dash out the door with my pack and drive to our rendezvous point in Morell Park, in downtown Fredericton. My co-worker Rene-Lynn has orchestrated this outing: three complete strangers she has plucked from various aspects of... Continue Reading →
Since I missed last weekends Saturday shot, I will catch up with this one from my trip to Bathurst. A bit of wind stirring up the surf. Can you feel it? Cheers
