The Weirdening Continues

Remember how I wrote just the other day that my life is weird, but not in a bad way? And how I wrote over a week ago that I had a series of half-finished stories that I promised I’d talk about when they came to fruition? Well, tomorrow one more of those stories comes to…

My Life Is Weird

Well, that week flew by. It’s now Sunday and my list of things that I wanted to accomplish last week is sadly lacking in the ever-so-satisfying checkmarks that give me that sweet sweet endorphin rush.

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…

The Twit Defence

So apparently I’m a twit. I mean, I’m sure anyone who knows me already knows this, but there are times in my life when I learn something and I’m forced to think to myself – Self, how can you possibly have survived 42 plus years circling the sun on a spaceship called earth, and not know…

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.

A Year Of Travel

Yesterday, when I sat down to draft up The Year That Was and The Year That Could Be, I knew that travel would make up a significant part of my review of 2017 and continue to make up a significant part of my goal setting for 2018. The wanderlust demands it. What I wasn’t sure, initially, was how much…

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.

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.

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.

Shiny Metal Lawn Dart 41

I know this will likely come as no surprise, but I’m once again sitting at Pearson International Airport (after having spent the day in Toronto at the Council of Ontario Universities Experiential Learning Best Practices Exchange) waiting to board the next shiny metal lawn dart that will take me from here to there. In this…

Research Onesies

We arrived in Happy Valley-Goose Bay Friday afternoon following a snowy ride from Rigolet onboard the Northern Ranger. While not nearly as quick as flying through the air in a glorified metal lawn dart, travelling on the Northern Ranger was a fantastic and relaxing way to make the journey while providing an opportunity to see…

Destination: Labrador

In one week, at around this time, I’ll be taking off from Pearson International Airport in a glorified metal lawn dart on my way to Happy Valley-Goose Bay (via Halifax), on my way back to Rigolet.