10/15… We’ve got crabs

Assateague State Park, as it turns out, is fantastic.  This is partly due to sheer dumb luck: Val and I were busy hedging our bets with the kids coming in thanks to the Belugas we never saw in the Saguenay, and the Caribou Herd we never saw in Gaspesie.  We made it clear that we …

10/14… Shutdown my Ass(ateague)

The Federal Government shutdown affects us all, as it turns out, even those of us who are more or less off the grid.  We escaped New York with warm hearts having enjoyed to the fullest possible extent the wedding of our dear friends, Patricia and Freedome, and full bellies thank to a Canadian Thanksgiving dinner …

11/21… We have found inner peace. Maybe.

So… We have travelled from northern Quebec to Niagara Falls to New York to Washington, through the Shenandoah Valley, south to Pensacola Beach and then west to Texas.  At the moment, we’re in New Mexico, having just left the backcountry of Big Bend National Park, a huge and wild place, a place where tarantula sightings …

9/12… It Was a Dark and Stormy Night

We woke up to a hell of a day. The sun was out, in force, and the extent of how great the campsite was, how gorgeous the beach was, and just how much nothing was on the agenda for today was not lost on either of the ladies.  Or either of us, frankly. They were …

9/11… Captain Bligh at the Helm

It’s not often that you wake up in a Boreal forest, jumping out of your sleeping bag only to dive into as many layers as you can muster to keep warm enough in order to do a credible job of lighting the stove first thing in the morning, only to finish that same day in …

9/10… Are You Stealing a Canoe?

I woke early, aware that the only part of my body that was exposed beyond my sleeping bag, the tiny circle around my nose and cheeks, was numb with cold. The rangers were right, it was a cold night, but the focused preparations (a big dinner, multiple layers of pajamas, a mouthful of whiskey for …

9/09… Feel any Longing?

The rain of the prior day did have one thing going for it – it was cool, certainly, but not actually cold. Waking up with the rain well past to what appeared to be a sunny sky, I wandered about the campsite getting ready to start the day and realized that I was really cold, …

9/08… Dune

An early wake-up call for Val in order for us to start getting packed up yesterday morning interrupted what we’ve come to call my “office hours”, which generally take place between six in the morning until about eight thirty, when the girls finally wake up and have gathered the will necessary to claw their way …

9/06… Of Moose and Men

We’re far enough north that summer is over. While the trees are green and the sun is as warm as ever during the day, at night it has been getting very, very cold – enough that we all rush into the tent and jump into our sleeping clothes as quickly as possible in order to …

9/05… Punch Me In The Face. Gently.

From Les Escoumins we made our way into the Saugenay park system proper, with a  lovely stop for breakfast in the village Sacre Couer, when Val spotted the words “Café au Lait” just as we were making our way through town. It so happened we had not had any breakfast, nor any coffee, to that …