When I met my husband, he was the biggest outdoorsman I’d ever come across; he went rock climbing, hiked and scaled mountains, skied in the winter, and he spent every free hot summer moment in the river. He also adored camping and wanted to take me with him.
Bike-packing... sounds pretty miserable, right? I mean, biking hurts your legs more than walking. Why would I want to load up a bike and hit the road for miles of unbearable leg pain? If you have the chance to overlook the leg pain, you will be in for one of the the best rides of your life and a new hobby that will take over your every thought. Feeling alone in the wilderness on two wheels can be a scary thought. My hopes with this post is to help the beginner to get started mountain biking long distances. Below is a guide to the best form of exploration.
The mysticism of New Orleans is real and palpable and the stories shared with me of it did it little justice: warm, drunken, culturally rich and a living history. It is one of my favorite places I've visited in the states.
Summer time is here again and it won’t be long before the summer holidays begin. Whether traveling abroad or having a stay cation, if you’re going to be going in the sea it’s important to remember that just because it looks calm it doesn’t necessarily mean that it is.
As a lifelong resident of Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, smack-dab in the middle of the Prairie provinces of Canada, I have developed a love/hate relationship with our winters. The “love” portion of this attitude stems from many fond childhood memories. To say that I adored winter as a child would have been an understatement. Growing up, winter was always regarded amongst the children of the neighborhood as a season of opportunity. As the first snow fell, often as early as October, my young mind filled with visions of snow fort building and backyard skating rink construction. Grassy hills became dusted slopes of pure ice, complete with ramps that could most definitely break your neck if you failed to stick the landing. Whatever the activity, freezing your fingers, face, and toes was worth it. How is it that young children are able to remain seemingly oblivious to the minus thirty temperatures? I am not quite sure... Why, I once tried, and almost got away with camping out overnight in a small, backyard snow cave only to be stopped by my parents on account of the fact that they didn’t want me losing any major appendages at age nine.
On social media, I keep reading about travel horror stories. They usually come in the form of delayed or cancelled flights, lost or late luggage, or general assholes in the airport or on the planes. After having so many positive travel experiences on route to my destinations that went off without a hitch, the odds of having something go wrong seems to be higher. I mean, something small HAS to eventually go wrong, right? This is my experience of having a true hellish trip.
A friend recently visited me in London. We talked on and off for weeks about what we could do while she was here. One of the things that topped our "to-do" list was a traditional British "Afternoon Tea".
My recent Airbnb experience has lead me to write this article in hopes that if you find yourself staying in a shared space that you do your best to be considerate of those around you. A little Airbnb etiquette if you will. Read with consideration.