BABY JESUS WAS BORN IN A BARN
I have said many times that in any adventure – whether it be big or small, travel-related or not – there is going to be that one point where you throw your hands up in frustration, grumble something indecipherable, and ask the questions: What am I doing here, is this even worth it, and should I just go home?
These are very good questions to ask because once you do, you usually find out the answers quite promptly. Continue reading
Wake up!” Katie shook my frosty sleeping bag. I wasn’t even asleep. “Northern lights!,” she shouted.
I had to push back my fur hood and take the toque from my eyes to see, but there they were, the Northern lights!
Right from the first day that we pointed out thumbs East from our home in the valley of British Columbia, it was this island that we were aiming for.
Even the first car that pulled over, whose driver, rolling down their passenger-side window and looked at us quizzically, “Where ya goin’?”
“Newfoundland!” we would both reply, smiling maniacally.