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This, apparently, is the time of year when the pace of my travel adventure begins to pick up speed. Yes, I just returned from a trip to Happy Valley-Goose Bay, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t already have the next two of five planned adventures booked.

The Great Escape

After having our Wednesday morning flights cancelled, Nic, Jason, and I found ourselves stuck in Happy Valley-Goose Bay at the whims of Mother Nature. Given the snow that fell overnight, and the snow that continued to fall throughout the day on Wednesday, we weren’t really complaining. We were safe and warm and comfortable inside, and…

Snowbound

Mother Nature has decided that it’s probably best if I stay in Happy Valley-Goose Bay for a little while longer than I had anticipated. Also, in case it wasn’t obvious, I’m currently in Happy Valley-Goose Bay.

Un-Vacationing

I returned home from my grand adventure across the United Kingdom slightly more than a week ago to begin the process of un-vacationing – that thing one does when one returns to the real world and has to somehow determine how to restart their grey matter after a significant period of sleeping in, and drinking…

Last Night In London

After spending the last several days sauntering around London (and the last three weeks sauntering around the UK), I’ve come to the sad realization that tomorrow I will be boarding the first of many shiny metal lawn darts that will define 2018 as I make my way back to Toronto. Boo. So much boo.

The Year That Could Be

I spent the better part of yesterday wandering around London – because that’s what one does when they are on vacation with no set plans. Given that my normal day-to-day revolves around a very scheduled calendar and the bing of emails as they cascade relentlessly into my inbox, I’m thinking that my return to the real world…

The Year That Was

Well, for all of its ups and downs, its highs and lows, that was 2017. It was a weird year that I’m honestly struggling to reconcile. Normally these end-of-year posts write themselves, but this year was extraordinary – and not always for good reasons.

And Then There Was One

Earlier today I watched as Corey disappeared behind the security barriers at Heathrow Airport on his way back home after spending two weeks with me, my brother Aidan, and his girlfriend Amanda as we toured across the United Kingdom. And only a few hours before he disappeared, we were both saying farewell to Aidan and…

Merry Scotchmas Everyone

For the last few days, we’ve been comfortably nestled in a small cottage in Gairloch, Scotland. We’ve slept late, we’ve lounged, we’ve gone for long walks along the rocky beach, we’ve napped, and we’ve watched countless hours of movies. There has also been scotch. All told, it’s been a rather fantastic Christmas getaway.

The Liverpool Surprise

Before you get too excited, the Liverpool surprise had nothing to do with the Beatles. Nor did it have to do with us stumbling on a pool full of livers on our way to Scotland. It does, however, refer to how surprised I was by Liverpool.

A Nightmare Before Christmas?

We arrived in Swansea late in the afternoon on the 19th. It was mostly grey and rainy, and the line that delineated the air from the water had blurred such that the sea and sky were indistinguishable.

The Hengiest Of All The Stones

After spending several days exploring London, England, which included wandering the streets of Whitechapel retracing the path of carnage left by Jack the Ripper over a century ago, we packed our luggage into our rental car and began our trek to Swansea, Wales. Along the way we opted to stop at Stonehenge, and Bristol.

It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Vacation

After a week in Quebec City taking part in the Arctic Change conference, I quickly sauntered back to Guelph to snuggle Elliott, do my laundry, repack my luggage, and return to Pearson International Airport with Corey. And after 7 hours strapped into a rather swanky shiny metal lawn dart, we safely arrived in London, England.

Here I Go Again

Well, I’m back at Pearson International Airport waiting to board another shiny metal lawn dart. In particular, this shiny metal lawn dart I’m about to board represents my 43rd for the year. My destination – Quebec City for the Arctic Change conference.

Number 45

Never fear, this is not a post about the bloviating orange windbag that currently sits as leader of our neighbours to the south. It is, however, a post about something near and dear to me – travel.