I don’t have a bucket list. For a long time, I would just go for things as they appear on my radar. I would not spend years planning for something. If you want to do it, why wait? Yet when I first went to Nunavut 3 years ago, I knew it was not the complete adventure. It was only an appetizer, a small bite, a trial sized trip as I get ready for the real thing. Ready how? Ready to take the time and do it, I was telling myself at first, but really, ready to go despite having some things I was afraid of. Like harsh weather and polar bears. Minor concerns. And then a small conversation with a stranger on a tangentially related matter convinced me to go ahead and make the call. The call to Aeroplan that is, to book the airfare. And then it was official. We’re going to Pangnirtung, we’re getting a boat to the Auyuittuq National Park, we’re hiking there for 10 days, and then, if we’re still in one piece, we’re going back home. Continue reading…
Posts Tagged ‘canada’
August 31 — September 15, 2019
Posted on October 26, 2019
September 16-20, 2015
Posted on June 15, 2018
The last item on our agenda before heading straight home was Denver. There was something different about this place. Look at it:Continue reading…
September 18-25, 2016
Posted on October 26, 2016
It was just one of those evenings when you randomly browse the internet, stumbling into the most unexpected of things. I had to do a double take at the thing that popped on my screen:
It was presented without any caption or credit. At first I wondered if this is even real, or if this landscape was just a figment of imagination of a skilled CGI artist. After a bit more searching, turned out this is real, and this is right here in Canada, Auyuittuq National Park. Just 3 short flights north, a week of hiking and pretty much anyone can go see it.
August 15, 2015
Posted on January 14, 2016
Similar to a fish floating in a toilet bowl, this west coast adventure was floating in our minds and couldn’t quite get flushed. [M’s note: How is it fucking similar?] Much like the most of you folks, we kept planning, but something always got in the way; mechanical problems, brain problems, sometimes a mix. This year we were haunted by the ghost in the carburator that would cause the bike to stall. Problems were particularly evident in the winter so we hoped that by going to the sunny California in the summer we’d stay out of trouble 🙂
Fully loaded, we rode our motorcycles to the Air Canada Cargo warehouse on a breezy Thursday night. We had to disconnect the bikes’ batteries, but all other crating and handling was left for Air Canada employees to do. The hardest part was waiting for the right people to process the paperwork in the mostly empty warehouse.
One Friday and one 5 hour flight later we were sitting in a rather quiet food court of the Vancouver airport and eating our second breakfast. Having spent so much time and energy preparing for this trip we were relieved to be away from home, away from all the familiar things. There was this calm realization that even if we forgot something, it hardly matters any more. There can be nothing more to worry about. This was officially over the rainbow and all anxiety was left behind.
We walked to the cargo terminal and a forklift brought out the bikes. Not a scratch on them! [M’s note: at least no new ones.] The forklift operator used to ride a bike too, along the Pacific coast to the States. Had some advice about campsites and stories, which I’m not going to share because if you must know, you’ll have to go to the Air Canada cargo warehouse in YVR yourself.
I don’t want to tell you about the Orcas we went to see either, because the Orcas were pissed off and the whole ordeal of whale watching seemed disrespectful to the animals [M’s note: it seemed better in Newfoundland]. Obviously there were some Italian tourists yelling how they want to get closer and how this isn’t worth the money, I totally agree with them. They should have gotten closer and dropped a couple of them tourists in the water, it would have been more educational. Here are a couple of blurry pictures of wildlife seen from the boat.
We originally hoped to pitch a tent in a fellow ADVrider’s backyard, but that fell through, so we stayed at a nearby campground. But hey, at least we got to have awesome seafood at the pier twice that day! Fish and chips, followed by chips and fish.
We decided to load up on groceries and head to our camp site. Considering we packed a fridge and a sink, we had no space to put the groceries so I carried the bags on my hands. On a freeway. At night. I was not amused. I asked my trusty partner in the field of navigation to never do that again. We camped in this lame RV place where we managed to unpack and make some tea [M’s note: the most awful campsite was yet to come].