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Camping My Style
December 5 of 31 December-ish posts I’m no stranger to crazy sleeping conditions when away from home. I’ve travelled far and wide and slept in a thousand different beds, from plush king-size mattresses to wooden bunks in unheated cabins to sleeping bags on the ground with a snow-covered tent just inches from my face. But somehow 2022 was
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Casting Call
Our recent camping trip north of the city opened the door for a few good opportunities to toss a line into the lake. I brought along my new fishing rod, rigged it up for the ready, and leaned it against an out of the way tree in case the mood or moment struck. Our campsite
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A Reprieve by Rain
It was raining this morning when I woke up, the light, almost inaudible patter of drops hitting the windows and roof, creeping into my zone of awareness as I lay in bed contemplating starting my day. The rain is oh-so welcome this morning, in the wake of a week-long heat wave that baked the city
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Local Big
In merely one week I’m going to be packing up that little black truck in the background of this photo and driving north with a cargo of camping gear to spend some quality time in the Alberta wilderness. (No) thanks to the pandemic it’s been two years since I’ve slept in a tent, and coincidentally
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Camping: Of Annual Adventures Gone Awry
It’s Travel Tuesday and once again I’m reminded of the challenge of living through a global pandemic and a life dismantled by a thousand small cuts. You see, each year with — the exception of last year — we usually go camping with a small group of families. Eight adults. The same number of too-rapidly-growing-up