A Town Truly Fit for a King—Kingston, Ontario

While exploring Kingston, Ontario (the gateway to the 1000 Islands, yep, of salad dressing fame), we discovered that history, like beauty, can be in the eye of the beholder.  

Follow us as we gallivant through the coolest fort we’ve ever seen, eat at the safest restaurant in the world, unlearn what we learned in history class, and partake in a romantic, sunset dinner cruise through the 1000 Islands… CONTINUE READING

While exploring Kingston, Ontario (the gateway to the 1000 Islands, yep, of salad dressing fame), we discovered that history, like beauty, can be in the eye of the beholder.  

Follow us as we gallivant through the coolest fort we’ve ever seen, eat at the safest restaurant in the world, unlearn what we learned in history class, and partake in a romantic, sunset dinner cruise through the 1000 Islands… CONTINUE READING

The Birds of St. Mary’s, Newfoundland

On the far southern tip of Newfoundland live so many birds it was actually shocking.

Bird Rock is a massive dome, covered with nesting gannets and penguin-like auks, jutting out of a huge canyon with vertical sides that fall more than thirty stories straight down to the sea.

Spectacular!… CONTINUE READING >>

On the far southern tip of Newfoundland live so many birds it was actually shocking.

Bird Rock is a massive dome, covered with nesting gannets and penguin-like auks, jutting out of a huge canyon with vertical sides that fall more than thirty stories straight down to the sea.

Spectacular!… CONTINUE READING >>

Time to Eat Crow. I Now Believe in Moose!

I stand corrected. I apologize, I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Moose exist.

It was less than a week upon our arrival in Anchorage, Alaska that I spied my first moose while traveling along the Seward Highway south of town.

AND he was swimming. I am now fully obsessed with moose, as demonstrated… CONTINUE READING >>

I stand corrected. I apologize, I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Moose exist.

It was less than a week upon our arrival in Anchorage, Alaska that I spied my first moose while traveling along the Seward Highway south of town.

AND he was swimming. I am now fully obsessed with moose, as demonstrated… CONTINUE READING >>