The World Through Our Lens
Bob and I were eager to get to Hadrian’s Wall in England, but we wanted to have a whole day to freely explore and experience it. The hours spent in Barnsley and Darfield looking into my family’s past left us with no time to visit the Wall that same afternoon. Read more
Bob has done extensive research over the past number of years into the history of both of our families. Ancestry.com has made this possible combined with archival material from a number of different sources. With this knowledge in hand, we decided to visit a couple of sites relevant to my family’s ancestral history when we traveled to England. Read more
Having paddled in our kayaks from Ahous Bay to Medallion Bay over the course of the morning, the sight of Medallion Beach, on Vargas Island in British Columbia, Canada, was welcome. The distance covered was only about 10 kilometres this fine day. Read more
Continuing our kayak trip around Vargas Island, British Columbia, saw us waking up on the beach in Ahous Bay after our second night of camping. The temperatures were slightly warmer than the night before, but neither stars nor the moon had been visible when I left the warmth of the tent at midnight owing to the call of nature. Read more
Bob and I, with Claire and Martin, had no sooner pulled our kayaks on shore to make camp in Ahous Bay, Vargas Island, than we found giant wolf tracks made by a Sea Wolf. Read more
After a peaceful night at our first beach camp at Rassier Point on Vargas Island, British Columbia, Canada, we awoke to find every exposed surface soaked with heavy dew. Read more
After storing all of our gear in the 4 kayaks, Bob, Claire, Martin and I maneuvered around a section of wooden wharf and then set out across Duffin’s Passage, Van Nevel Channel and Father Charles Channel, aiming for a nearby white-sand beach on Rassier Point on the east side of Vargas Island. Read more
Bob’s and my epic adventure, a first-ever kayak trip, was going to be circumnavigating Vargas Island, British Columbia. It had been planned months ahead when we announced our plans to visit Bob’s sister on Vancouver Island. She and her husband, Martin, had kayaked around Vargas Island before and were eager to initiate us to the rigours of ocean kayaking. Read more
Our last morning in Newfoundland started out sunny with scattered clouds. After packing up our belongings and having breakfast, Bob and I took one last spin up to Signal Hill. It seemed fitting that we should end our journey where we began, and given its historical significance, Signal Hill deserved another visit. Read more