An impromptu swim

Storyline: Hiking in Nunavut August 1-12, 1998

Jane’s Creek

I’ve been too busy or tired to write. It’s exhilarating! Continue reading “An impromptu swim”

Getting to Pond Inlet

Storyline: Hiking in Nunavut August 1-12, 1998

Bylot Island from the Pond Inlet campground

Wow! It’s 6:30 a.m. and I’m sitting on a rock on the shore of Eclipse Sound. Continue reading “Getting to Pond Inlet”

Intro: Baffin and Bylot Islands

Storyline: Hiking in Nunavut August 1-12, 1998

Flag of Nunavut

This is an edited version of my journal of an adventure vacation I had in Canada’s Eastern Arctic just over twenty years ago. Continue reading “Intro: Baffin and Bylot Islands”

Fort William to Mallaig

Storyline: A Glimpse of Scotland

Boarding call

Today (September 9, 2018) was to be one of the highlights of our Scottish adventure, and we weren’t disappointed. Continue reading “Fort William to Mallaig”

Never read the newspaper!

Storyline: A Glimpse of Scotland

After the storm

Ali gave us a sleepless night. You know Ali. No, not the loud neighbour upstairs. Ali was the first “named” storm of the season in Britain. Continue reading “Never read the newspaper!”

Going “home”

Storyline: 50 years later

Bus #33 that took us to Alex’s childhood home

April 12 2018:

Today we are truly visiting my past. We are going to see the house where I lived for my first 13+ years. Last night we researched how to get there on the transit system and found that one bus would take us from Piccadilly Gardens through Salford and Eccles and onwards to Winton. Of course, it’s all Greater Manchester now, and I’m not sure that Winton exists; but the old neighbourhood does.  Continue reading “Going “home””

Homeland at last

Storyline: 50 years later

Heart attack brunch, across from Euston railway station

April 11 2018:

Made it through the first full day in my homeland in fifty years. Just. We arrived in London yesterday morning and, jet-lagged and half asleep, had a very filling brunch of much fried, greasy and delicious breakfast food. Spent two hours half-awake on the train to Manchester and, after checking into our small but comfy hotel room on the border of Chinatown and the Gay village, went on a search for a veggie-rich, grease-poor light dinner.  Continue reading “Homeland at last”

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