Storyline: Hiking in Nunavut August 1-12, 1998
The air is still this morning. Banks of cloud march NE to SW and the sun shines through them, creating alternate bands of blue, white and grey. Continue reading “Day trip to Aktineq”
Where winding roads, rusty rails, iffy health and lean budget meet the calm
The air is still this morning. Banks of cloud march NE to SW and the sun shines through them, creating alternate bands of blue, white and grey. Continue reading “Day trip to Aktineq”
Jim said earlier that when he got up for a pee at 5:30 p.m. there was frost on the tents. Continue reading “Beach hike”
This morning dawned sunny and the tent heated up nicely. Continue reading “An easy day around the hoodoos”
Dinner in the hotel last night was beef stew (lots of onion, and it didn’t taste like chili!), rubber chicken with a tomato-based sauce on it, boiled potatoes, rice, and corn. Continue reading “Bylot & The Bear”
Today we’re headed back to Pond Inlet. We’ll see if Jason (the Inuk youth we had met at out campsite two days before) is at his camp on shore and if he’s perhaps willing to ferry us across Jane’s Creek. Continue reading “Back to Pond Inlet”
The next morning it was once again dry and cool. We made breakfast of bacon & instant mashed potatoes, then Tim & I set about making a clothesline between our ski poles. Continue reading “Off to Mount Herodier”
I’ve been too busy or tired to write. It’s exhilarating! Continue reading “An impromptu swim”
Wow! It’s 6:30 a.m. and I’m sitting on a rock on the shore of Eclipse Sound. Continue reading “Getting to Pond Inlet”
This is an edited version of my journal of an adventure vacation I had in Canada’s Eastern Arctic just over twenty years ago. Continue reading “Intro: Baffin and Bylot Islands”
Our series of posts about Scotland will be incomplete if we didn’t mention two more things: food and poetry. Continue reading “On Poetry and Haggis”
Eh, very late 40s to be exact. I still knew no debt when Alex and I met. Continue reading “We started from zero in our fifties”
We are now home still dealing with the jet lag. We are done with travelling for this year. Continue reading “We will be back”
And so, we made it all the way to Thurso, a lovely small town close to Dunnett Head, the most northerly point in Scotland. Continue reading “The Far North to Thurso and Back”
My childhood memory lane goes through my tummy. Continue reading “Homecoming to my childhood”
“ it does have a remarkable sense of connecting somewhere to nowhere through a lot of, er, nowhere.” (Benedict le Vay, Britain from the Rails)” Continue reading “The Iron Road from Skye”
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