If you’ve ever driven any distance through the Canadian bush (as Shania Twain calls it), especially endless miles of tree-lined, two-lane highway, then you will know about the moose.
Last time we were together, eating elaborate chocolate creations prepared at the hotel, and discussing ways of making the world a better place, Judy told me about her new book, Totally Scallops.
I’m lucky. Through my work with Canada’s tourism industry, I meet many Canadian writers who’ve published interesting books on Canada.
Recently I’ve been talking to my fishing buddy Peter Wasag. I like listening to Peter’s enthusiasm when he talks about fishing for steelhead near Toronto.
We hooked up with Cathryn Wellner on Twitter. She’s a foodie, environmentalist and blogger living in the Okanagan Valley, in the province of British Columbia, one of the most picturesque places in Canada.
I’ve been pestering Peter, my fisherman buddy, all summer long for another fishing story. He finally took a break from his crankbaits, Gulp worms and crappies to scribble down the following summer fishing roundup…
In the evening on July 20, 1969, my mother took my sister and I outside the house in Winnipeg to look up at the moon.
A few years ago, while we were doing some PR work for the Hudson’s Bay Company, I ran across an amazing guy called Harold Tichenor.
I’ve always been intrigued by the roadside traveller’s motel. Perhaps I’ve seen too many bad movies, or read one-too-many trashy novels, but I always wonder about the secrets that must dwell within these places.
It’s summer in Canada and the big city is a little quieter these days. After a nine-day driving tour of the Canadian Badlands in southeastern Alberta, I was happy to spend a couple of days at a cottage near Georgian Bay in Ontario. It’s a very short walk to the “outhouse” and the water comes up from the lake in buckets. Perfect.
Travellers headed west out of Calgary towards the mountains are focused on the growing Rockies, but the first thing that strikes me every time I drive east from the stampede city is the big sky.
Besides being a long-lasting comic strip first published in 1918, and the second solo album by Rod Stewart released in 1970, Gasoline Alley is a collection of roadside eateries, gas stations, RV dealerships and assorted travellers’ diversions on a patch of highway 2 just south of Red Deer, Alberta.