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August 26, 2012
You’d think that a campsite in the middle of town would be easy to spot, but Whidden Park in Antigonish is completely hidden from the street. After finding the driveway that leads through some cabins, a park opens up with plenty of room for camping. It’s actually unbelievable. There are about 154 campsites nestled discretely […]
August 22, 2012
Sometimes it’s the scenery. It’s an unexpected view that arrives after a long corner and takes our breath away. It fills our visors, widens our eyes and leaves us feeling small in the presence of something truly grand and remarkable. Other times it’s people. They can be such a beacon of light and, at times, […]
August 16, 2012
We return to Montréal on a red-eye and arrive at the hotel before eight in the morning. To our relief no-one’s in our room and they give us the key. The emotions of the previous days have us completely knackered and we spend the day in a daze of sleeping and watching the Olympics. The next […]
August 8, 2012
We’ve been doing a good job of not over-planning our stops. Generally we pull into a town and find a spot to camp or a motel to rest our heads at. It’s something we’re still getting comfortable with as we both tend to like having a destination – but this is all part of how […]
July 23, 2012
“In reality, everything that divides us is a human invention.” The high wave from Robin as we weave our way toward Thunder Bay stays with us for quite some time. Something about it reminds me of our friend Michael in New York and I spend the next while thinking about how lucky we are to […]
July 19, 2012
I’ll be honest, it feels awkward everytime we’re asked where we were last. “Flin Flon.” It just blurts out rather than actually being said. I’m acutely aware that people unfamiliar with Bobby Clarke’s hometown may think I’m having fun at their expense with an inside joke. That’s probably why I find myself tense when saying […]
July 14, 2012
There’s something about the first day. Perhaps it’s the inevitable poor sleep the night before, perhaps it’s the nerves. In “Long Way Round” Charlie Boorman drops his bike twice before leaving London. When we rode out of NYC in 2010 our friend cuddled up with a deer on Skyline Drive (everyone was fine). On our […]
October 22, 2011
Frost had covered the bikes overnight and we’d moved them into the sun to warm up. The R1200GS wasn’t fond of cold mornings and would complain a couple of times before actually starting, so I was surprised when she started right up without fuss. The plan was to head towards Waterton National Park which lay […]
October 18, 2011
It gets harder to write the closer you are to home. Part of me feels like it’s denial – that if we just hold off a little longer on the writing the trip won’t actually be over. Another part of me feels like the mood changes when you know you’re heading home. Everything begins to […]
October 13, 2011
When we walked back to the hotel that night the temperature had dropped and the rain was falling. We wondered what we’d wake up to, but as it turned out any snow that had fallen had long gone and the streets were wet with a new sheen from the night’s rain. The morning was definitely […]