A town must be some kind of special if one is willing to spend six hours on a Sunday drive to get there and back home again. And Leavenworth, the Bavarian-style village in Washington State’s Cascade Mountains, is worth the visit, even if only because it’s so kitschy. On the ‘plane somewhere between Germany and… Continue reading A bit of Bavaria in the most unusual spot
Yes, I already wrote a blogpost about my all-too-brief visit to Seattle last week, but still had a few more photos to share. So, here we go again. I really did enjoy the city’s “unfinished,” grungy vibe and know that I barely scratched the surface of its awesomeness. I’m sure I will need to visit… Continue reading Seattle (still) on my mind
What feels like way way way back in June, I arrived in Canuckistan. I stayed down on the lower mainland for a week or so and then flew up to Quesnel in the Cariboo area, where a generous friend (let’s call him “Dave” for the purpose of this blogpost) lent me a car to use… Continue reading About a jalopy’s amazing journey through Canuckistan
I have dreamt of visiting Seattle ever since I was a teenager. I can’t even tell you why. It’s always just had a strange romantic attraction. And despite the fact that I have been staying only two hours north of the emerald city, I almost didn’t make it there. But earlier this week I drove… Continue reading A day out in Seattle, the emerald city
Today I did something I practically never do: I went for stroll in a quaint, photogenic neighborhood without my Nikon, and with only my phone and a few dollars in my pocket. The second thing taking me out of my comfort zone is that I’m trying to write and publish this blog on my phone.… Continue reading Stepping way way (way) out of my comfort zone
Yesterday I blogged about my afternoon in the seaport town of Port Townsend, Washington. I shared photos I had taken of the beautiful buildings, many of which were completed in the 19th century during the town’s heyday. But no town is really a town without the people and other special “characters”.
Actually, I don’t have twenty reasons to visit Port Townsend. I have but two: it’s a quaint town, it’s easy to get to, easy to stroll about and boasts several good little eateries. Sorry, that’s four. But at least I’m keeping you on your toes. Port Townsend is a small seaside town on the north-east… Continue reading Twenty refreshing reasons to visit Victorian-era Port Townsend
Yesterday the friends I’m staying with in northern Washington State took off to Canuckistan for the day. The person with whom I was going to spend the day abandoned me to do something fun north of the border too, and so I headed south. After too many detours I eventually found myself at Fort Casey,… Continue reading About cruising a Washington ferry wondering why I feel so old
I am clearly in the Pacific Northwest. And it is clearly Autumn (or “Fall” as they call it here) because it rains constantly. I used to joke that the sun never shone in Vancouver because I had never seen it there, but this summer the weather was actually quite nice and I managed to hike… Continue reading Just meandering in ‘merica
Yesterday I wrote a blogpost about some of the challenges I have had taking photos in a small town here in Canuckistan. And I was given a real dressing down by a friend later who took umbrage at me generalising about Canuckistanis and how impolite and unfriendly they can be. Of course, one should never… Continue reading Generally just down-to-earth, genuine people
Occasionally I write purely for myself – just to remember parts of this trip through western Canuckistan that will mean little to you, but which I may need to remember one day when my memory starts to go. This is one such post. (Obviously, otherwise I wouldn’t be explaining all that.) Last week the same… Continue reading Another crazy little roundtrip or two!
Chetwynd, the small town of 3,100 inhabitants, in the foothills of the Rockies, is just a typical mill town – like the myriad of others in this part of British Columbia. Except, it isn’t. In 1992 the town commissioned three wood carvings of bears, which were used in their “Welcome to Chetwynd” sign. Apparently they… Continue reading Chetwynd: the mill town with an “artsy” heart
Whenever I leave Edmonton to drive back to Quesnel (I’ve done this trip at least 4 times now) I try to leave early. The journey is meant to take 10 hours if one stops to eat and get fuel along the way. I have seldom done it in less than 13 hours. The main reason is that… Continue reading The time I (almost) drove home without stopping
So, the whole Simpson clan and I were sitting around the dining room table for supper, when one of them suggested that I visit the impressive Alexandra and Louise Falls. “Sounds good,” said I. “I like waterfalls. How far are they?” “Oh, not far,” he replied. “Just across the border in the Northwest Territories. I’d… Continue reading A wee roadtrip to see a waterfall or two