Deep in the recesses of my mind is a distant memory of a place my parents took me to once. It was a beautiful place, a canyon with groomed pathways, a lush garden, and a long waterfall.
Hidden in the back lanes of downtown Trail, British Columbia, dozens of colourful bicycles ride a whimsical tour.
First day of spring, 2013, blows in on the heels of a late winter blizzard. The past two weeks were so mild, it’s hard to believe that winter isn’t finished with us yet. It all reminds of last November’s chill.
Biggest infrastructure project in Saskatoon’s history just hours away from opening. Perfect excuse for a parade, party and cake.
Winter is at its darkest, most people are nursing their new year’s hangovers. We were on a plane bound for the northern coast of Cuba, just the place we needed to chase away the cold.
I love a strong cup of Dark French roast to start the day, especially when I’m travelling. That first sip of Joe breathes an air of familiarity into whatever corner of the world that you might find yourself.