Our Vargas Island Kayak Trip, Day 2 – Ahous Bay Campsite
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
The World Through Our Lens
Photography from National Parks we have travel to around the world.
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
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
American White Pelican in flight above Prince Albert National Park, in the province of Saskatchewan, Canada.
When Bob and I set off from Cape Point at Cape of Good Hope in search of the distant stretch of glistening white sand seen from the lookout, we were in for a big surprise and a treat! Read more
Receiving word that access to the Tongariro Alpine Crossing was once again forbidden owing to risky conditions, Bob and I had our last day in Mt. Tongariro National Park, New Zealand, wide open. The morning looked promising with sun shining brightly when we awoke at our lodgings, at Creel Lodge. Read more
After visiting Boulder Beach on our day’s excursion from Cape Town, South Africa, it was decided to push on to the legendary Cape of Good Hope. Only known to me through history lessons in grade school, the Cape of Good Hope instilled a sense of wonder in me. I could hardly wait to see it! Read more
When Bob and I first stepped onto the conglomeration of hexagonal stepping stones that compose the Giant’s Causeway, we were transported back in time. Our imagination took flight and traveled along the pavements into the mists and legends of the past. Read more
Our aim on the third day at Grasslands National Park was to see the sunrise, so Bob and I were up at 4:30 a.m. We grabbed a packed breakfast so that we could eat on the road. Read more