I am a souvenir-lover; a seeker of things that remind me of where I’ve been. These are some of my favourite Canadian road trip finds…
The idea of “Roughing it in the bush” has changed a lot lately. Camping used to mean pitching a tent and getting out the Coleman. Now we are being offered a plethora of modern conveniences and the exotic luxury of a fully-equipped yurt.
I’ve eaten pizza in little places all across Canada. I check out three common foods in every new place I go – butter tarts, rice pudding and pizza. Gastronome! Yes?
Unless you work or have friends in the area, Leader, Saskatchewan is not exactly the kind of Canadian town you would find yourself touring around in.
I used to think of the iconic Canadian prairie grain elevator as I do a favourite antique – something that shouldn’t be thrown away but is far too often in need of dusting off.
The smell of wood fires, the crunching sound of walking on frozen snow, the shuffle of boots through black spruce needles and the cozy relief of a hot drink warming mitten-clad fingers; these are the sensations of First Light.
It’s a simple filter-feeding, bi-valve mollusk, so how come we’re all a-titter and a wink about the soft, voluptuous body of this marine invertebrate?
The Dalvay-by-the-Sea Resort in Prince Edward Island National Park serves this delicious dessert with Toffee Sauce.
When I got to my room, a plate of goodies was waiting for me…
I honestly didn’t know what to expect when five of us, decked out in full rain gear and lifejackets, left the dock in our little zodiac with Henry, our guide.
When they quenched the last fire in her belly and abandoned her to a rotting disgrace, no one imagined the SS Bigwin would ply the Lake of Bays once again.
The prospect of a “History Tour” at The Briars did not immediately fill me with anticipation. I was more interested in clambering around the rocky shores of Lake Simcoe or hanging out in the dining room with Carlos and Hylton, soaking up their stories about “back home” in Jamaica.