Vancouver Island’s Campbell River walkway was both a hiking and biking pathway following the coast where Quadra Island shimmered off shore. Continue reading Just me by the sea — Campbell River
I heard someone say as I left the Elk Falls Provincial Park on Vancouver Island, that they wanted to see the bridge. Really? What drew me to the site was the name, Elk Falls. The suspension bridge was just an extra surprise. Continue reading A suspension bridge?
With a change in weather from minus twenty to only minus four, North Glenmore Park was over run with hikers heading along Glenmore Reservoir. I stood for some time observing the usually sparkling stretch of water that was completely frozen. Continue reading By a frozen reservoir
I was on my way to hike through Vancouver Island’s Elk Falls when I was greeted by singing and dancing. I’m not sure where this First Nation group were from, but their clothes were Haida Guai from the Queen Charlotte Islands. Continue reading First Nation Encounter
Heading to the library, I’ve ignored this park situated in the heart of Calgary’s SW. But recently I decided to investigate it’s corners. Continue reading Central Memorial Park
At one end of Goose Spit Park was Nob Hill Greenway. It appeared to be a workout for the local Comox crowd who jogged up the two hundred and forty-five steps and raced back down again. Continue reading Nob Hill Greenway cardiac climb
This strip of land in Comox was named after the migratory brant geese that fly from Baja California, Mexico in the spring to feed off offerings in the eelgrass beds. Once they fatten up, they fly another 2 400 kilometres to Alaska to breed. Continue reading From Mexico to Goose Spit Park