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.
Bike Alley
Hidden in the back lanes of downtown Trail, British Columbia, dozens of colourful bicycles ride a whimsical tour.
Hemingway’s world
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.
Quest for coffee
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.
Sagging for GASP 2013
A broken spoke can really wreck your day. That’s why there are sag wagon drivers. On GASP 2013, the rain couldn’t dampen spirits.