Meat Cove.

I had heard stories about Meat Cove, supposedly the most beautiful part of Cape Breton Island, but with whispers of strange locals. When my sister lived out east several years back, her boss told us that with only one road into and out of Meat Cove, the locals once set up a road block at …

From Ontario to Ocean.

In nine days we drove to the Coast and back. With a car full of gear and a map, we headed East, craving adventure after a winter of books under blankets, tea and fireplaces. With an aversion to the generic hotel experience, we sought out unique places to close our eyes each night along the …

Into the Wyld.

Seeing how others live, getting a glimpse of their reality, fuels my curiosity for the ways in which people inhabit the earth. I love peeking into unfamiliar worlds. We had been invited to stay at Wyldwood Sojourn while I was doing research for an article on yurts in Ontario. Might be easier to write about it …

Places to hide.

With winter seeming to stretch endlessly ahead of us, we decided to lean into it, to head straight for the belly of the beast. We packed up the car and headed north with our snowshoes and a few bottles of wine, several days worth of food packed neatly into a cooler. The scene through the passenger's …

A one-eyed bandit.

We had been driving for hours. Endless twisted pines, craggy rocks and sapphire lakes as we wound our way through northern Ontario, until finally we were within about a half hour of the Sleeping Giant, our destination for the night. A small liquor store came into view, and we pulled off into the dusty parking …

Neighbours

The ferry announces its arrival with two quick blasts of the horn. I poke my head up through the hatch in the forward cabin, see it pulling into the dock at Wolfe Island, just across the channel from the city of Kingston. The sun isn’t yet high, but leaves it’s glittering tail across the water …

Under Perseus.

I thought there would be better signs marking the trail. I thought perhaps there would be a sign, maybe wooden, maybe peeling, maybe partially obscured by a few pine branches, reading "Dark Sky Space," with an arrow. Though I suppose in the falling light it wouldn't have mattered. We had made it to Gordon's Park …