The World Through Our Lens
On our first morning in St. John’s, Newfoundland, Bob and I woke to find brighter skies than the previous afternoon and we decided to take a hike to Signal Hill. Numerous colourful ships had arrived in the harbour during the night including freighters, coast guard and trawlers. 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
L’Anse aux Meadows had immersed us in the Viking history of Newfoundland a day earlier, and now, it would be time to travel to our next destination. First, however, a hike was in order to further appreciate the landscape and ocean views along the Camel’s Back Trail near the Town of Saint Lunaire-Griquet. 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
When Bob and I stayed in the community of Fox Glacier on New Zealand’s South Island, it made perfect sense to hike into the actual glacier for a look. On the appointed day, a slight break in the rain encouraged us to set off, but we ended up hiking in cold, wet weather for a view of the ancient blue ice. Read more
On our first full day at Grasslands National Park, after waking up very early and having a hearty breakfast, we took the advice of our hostess and set out to drive the Ecotour Road to the Borderlands Lookout. It was a relaxing way to start our explorations on the heels of a very long travel day. Read more
As Bob and I made our way towards Glenariff Forest Park in Northern Ireland, the previous day’s damp weather persisted with dark clouds shrouding the rugged cliffs along the Causeway Coastal Route. We were off to see Glenariff, the Queen of the Glens. Read more
Gros Morne Mountain is the second highest mountain on the island of Newfoundland, Canada. Its French name means “big dreary” or “great sombre” mountain perhaps because it is often cloaked in fog, wrapped in snow or capped with clouds. Read more
It was a rainy afternoon when Bob and I finally made it to Lake Matheson to explore the walking tracks there. The famous reflection of Mount Cook and Mount Tasman did not materialize on the lake’s surface, but we sure had dandy views of a New Zealand Bellbird alongside the trail. Read more