One of my hands-down favourite ways to explore the fantastic rocky landscapes of our world is by canyoning. An incredible form of adventuring, it blends scrambling with climbing, rapelling (abseiling), swimming, cliff jumping and hiking. It is physical, it is fun… and most importantly,… Continue Reading “Snapshot: Canyoning”
Those of you who know Canmore know those iconic mountains, the Three Sisters, that loom over the townsite. Originally, simply called “The Nuns,” they were named after three Catholic Sisters, because of their shapes, and have been given the nicknames of”Faith, Hope and Charity” by some.… Continue Reading “Tracking Down Those Three Sisters”
For those of you familiar with the drive from Calgary into Canmore and Banff along the Trans Canada Highway, you will know the point at which you are driving below Pigeon Mountain. As the highway turns sharply around a large marshy lake viewpoint area, and you are surrounded by wind gust warning signs, and you feel your car lurch sideways as those Chaotic gusts come roaring down off nearby cliffs, buffeting you ever so unpredictably, you’re there. That’s nasty, temperamental Pigeon. Read more
Excerpt: “For us, this trip was a very big deal. And I’d be kidding myself if I said we weren’t a little nervous! Friends and family thought we were brave & a bit nuts (at best) and careless & reckless (at worst). But as we came to realize during this trip and others that followed over the next decade and a half, we really had nothing to fear. Things work out. Lessons are learned. You meet great people. The world becomes more fascinating. And the fabric of who we are weaves itself more richly in the process.” Read more
“I thought I’d begin a new section in my blog called “Snapshots” that revisits some of my favourite photographs and memories of our years spent discovering the unique places of the world and the hidden recesses of our innermost selves.
Each post will take one photo, and try to capture that memory so that you can experience what it was like at the moment in which it was taken, and what it has come to mean for me in the years that followed.” Read more
Excerpt: “There are few people left in this world who are true explorers. You know the type I mean… people who, like the explorers in the days of old when the world was thought to be flat, would risk everything, leave their families and friends and their way of life at home, hop on a ship and sail away, knowing that they’d likely fall off the edge of the earth, die of starvation and meet almost certain death. There aren’t many opportunities to do that today, and there aren’t many people like this in our modern world.
Sarah Marquis is one of those people.”
Touring the Sacred Valley by bike, rather than by tourist bus, is not the usual way to see the ancient archaeological sites of Moras and Moray.
Of course, watching your guide get thrown over his handlebars and into a cactus on a steep slope is probably not what tourists usually come to see in the Sacred Valley to see either. The usual tourist thing doesn’t involve pulling spines out of the seat of your guide’s pants and the backs of his arms. Nor is averting your eyes while your guide drops his drawers to have your husband check out his cheeks a typical occurrence! THAT is what I’ll always think of when I think of the Sacred Valley. But I’m getting ahead of myself….
There’s nothing like a good ridge walk. A ridge is hard to scale up, there’s no doubt about it. One look at a GemTrek map will show you that there’s lots of contour lines that need to be crossed to gain a ridge. But once you’re up and on a ridge, it’s thrilling because that feeling of being on top of the world, goes on and on and on as you walk along its length. Old Baldy, rearing its polished head up amongst the spectacular peaks of the area, did not disappoint.
Wanting to do a good shoulder season hike, we headed off into Kananaskis Country (K-Country as it’s known, locally) to get ourselves up high when there wasn’t a lot of snow yet, and see some fantastic mountain views.
I think that the biggest surprise in all of our travels in Peru was just how incredibly good the food was in Cusco.
Those of you who know me well, know that I love cooking and I love experimenting with my food. I knew very little about Peruvian food, other than the fact that quinoa and potatoes were used ubiquitously, and so I assumed that the food would be quite plain. Was I ever wrong! I was simply floored by the tastes & textures, the variety and the creativity that was inherent in the dishes we tried while in Cusco. THIS was no Costa Rican rice & beans food culture!
Machu Picchu has been on my life bucket list for as long as I can remember. I recall sitting in my grandmother’s basement, flipping through back issues of Nat Geo, dreaming of being a National Geographic photographer, trekking around the world after amazing animals… Continue Reading “At Long Last: Machu Picchu”