After spending most of June apart, Dave and I decided to take a mini stay-cation to the Isle of Wight. As it was only a 15 minute hovercraft ride across the sea it seemed like a great choice (plus it was supposed to have some of the area’s best hiking and I was pretty eager to try out my new hiking boots).
I’ll back up a minute.
Yes, I said hovercraft. Portsmouth is the only place in the world that has a public hovercraft that essentially flies its passengers from Southsea to Ryde on the Isle of Wight. I wont pretend it wasn’t cool. It was a pretty neat way to start our little mini-break. Continue reading Isle of Wight – Hiking the Coastal Path
For my second post in this series we stay in New Zealand, but this time we go back in time to my first visit in 2010.
It was dark when I left. Two hours later I was dropped at the Mangatepopo Valley trailhead along with the pre-dawn light. It was only early autumn but that didn’t stop the trickling brooks from being glassed over by ice. It would be a spectacular day but it hadn’t quite gotten there yet so I pulled up my hood, breathed in a frosty breath and took my first steps on the famous Continue reading The Best Days of My Life: The Tongariro Crossing
For my 30th birthday I was eager to spend the day doing an epic day hike. If I were in Thunder Bay I know exactly where I would have gone. But I’m not and when it comes to the GTA and the great outdoors I’m a little lost so I turned to the facehive of the tinterwebs and got a whole lot of suggestions within an instant.
For me, wanderlust is both the longing and the need to go on an adventure to explore a new place, and it is something I have been afflicted with my entire life.
Warning: Side effects of this affliction may include: open mindedness, self reliance, unsatisfaction with the 9-5, and empty bank accounts
If travel was a person she would be the supporting actor to my life’s play. She’s taught me so much and has played such a key role in shaping me into the person that I am today. Continue reading Itchy Travel Feet
A bit of paddling, a bit of portaging and a bottle of Ardbeg
I recently spent 4 spectacular days in Algonquin Provincial Park (about 4 hours north of Toronto).
It was somehow my first venture into the park in all the years I’ve lived in Toronto and it was well overdue! The park is beyond amazing and the lakes we chose were perfect, still and felt like they belonged to us!
One of the best things about Toronto is its green spaces. For a large, sprawling urban metropolis, Canada’s largest city is fortunate enough to be filled to the brim with gorgeous parks that provides the nature lover city dwellers like me an easy escape from the concrete jungle where we can get off the pavement and surround ourselves in nature.
My #1 place to escape is The Toronto Islands. You can read my post about the islands here. But when I have a little less time I always adore a stroll through the High Park Trails, where you can immerse yourself in the sounds of the chickadees and hum of the cicadas almost instantly after alighting from the subway.