Story and photos by Kate Watson
It was a normal hike. A rocky path leading uphill. Dense forest on either side of the trail. Unknown rustlings in the underbrush. Packs loaded with provisions and extra layers—and a dinner-plate sized tarantula scurrying across the beam cast by
A City with a Traditional Yet Funky Soul
I’ve been asked over the years what is my favourite Canadian city. While there’s quite a few great places, one that tops the list is one that I go back to each year for a visit: Victoria, the capital city of British Columbia, located on the southeastern part of Vancouver Island.
We drove out of the Black Hills, across Wyoming and through the Medicine Bow Mountains. I screeched to a stop for a picture next to a Chandler ranch gate (no relation), while Shelley rolled her eyes. In Kremmling, Colo., a nice sheriff took the time to pull me over and remind me of the speed limit.
Italy. New Zealand. Iceland. Paris. We talked about these places over the supper table. My bank account and calendar both vetoed those options. I proposed a road trip and my crew approved. My son trained all summer to race his mountain bike this fall. He demanded some good behavior on this vacation