Lots of happy times, some hard times and loads of learning. There were road trips, wine tours and Haida Gwaii adventures. Like the photo above. Our neighbours invited on a jaunt with some of Queen Charlotte’s loveliest songbirds for a Haida Gwaii Radio special. Summary: the happy little day trip involved a zodiac, winter sun, hot cocoa, doggy beach hangs and some good old Christmas carols in an echo-y, rusty, old fuel drum at a former logging camp. Hear the story here at about minute 59.
Fast forward through holiday gluttony (minimum five sugar cookies a day + basting my first 16 pound turkey) and a dusting of snow in the rainforest. On January 1, we headed south to start the year visiting my family in the Thompson/Okanagan/Smilkameen. The kiddo and I travelled to Tulameen with another old friend and her ‘only’ (#only1kidclub). We sledded, gorged on homemade wonton soup and explored the tiny town perched on the the Kettle Valley Railway. Our little entourage included dogs, sleds and very snow-bundled kids screeching with equal doses of glee and despair as we hiked around in knee-deep snow. Read more
If my family had a customized license plate made it might read something like: ‘Will brake for awesome public pools‘. Or more accurately, will drive two extra hours to swim in THE BEST pool in the region.
And so is the gist of an unexpected road trip we ventured out on, last October from Prince Rupert to Kitimat, B.C. We were headed to Terrace from Rupert anyway on a grocery trip, so we thought we would add a couple extra hours to our drive to check out their supposedly sweet public pool. The rumours of the awesomeness of the Kitimat public pool popped up in multiple conversations during our trip. So we thought, ‘what the hell?’ Let’s go.
This time of year begins the North American tradition of giving thanks. In Canada we give thanks during Canadian thanksgiving in October, in the USA Thanksgiving takes place in November. Canadian Thanksgiving which usually means road tripping to family, wearing our cutest (but stretchiest) outfit and gorging myself on a minimum of three turkey different dinners (#twosetsofparents) stuffing, gravy and pumpkin pie. This year we’re staying home and not making the 23 hour journey by car or flight -to-Europe X3 plane trip home. We’re enjoying the fall weather, hopefully will go mushroom picking (my new obsession) and eat waaaay too much pumpkin pie.
I thought I’d round up some travel thanks for 2017 so far. I wrote earlier this year about the positive effect of saying ‘thanks daily’ and developing an attitude of gratitude, but to be honest I’ve fallen off the bandwagon lately. So why not start again in a super public way? Here goes, some travel thanks for the last few months.
This week marks a couple of fun times for Anchors + Proteas. We celebrated the blog’s first birthday this week by making a giant chocolate cake that lasted all week long. As the weather starts warming up, my mind turns to summer trip planning. Enter: my adult fixation with Airstream trailers. For some reason Airstreams remind me of my youth and camping with my grandparents. Though they didn’t own an Airstream (they owned a Citation 5th Wheel) they were always in the campgrounds we visited.
To mark Anchors + Proteas first 366 days of publishing, I thought I’d walk you through some of my fantasy RV resorts, where the style is abundant and the actual parking of your accommodation a non-issue.
I grew up exploring British Columbia in RVs with my mom and grandparents during the summer. We would inevitably pull up to a clear, cool lake or river, set up camp and dive into a weekend of hot dogs, wrinkly toes from too much lake time and close quartered board games. In my teens, my RVing experience upgraded when my grandparents bought a fairly deluxe 5th wheel trailer which they treated like their fourth child: each winter they would tuck it gingerly in bed and each spring, just as carefully, wake the Citation up for numerous baths, meals and many-wheeled trips around southern B.C.
The RV adventures I swoon over these days are more sedentary in nature, the types of journeys that require beginner-level backing up skills and a fraction of the gas price. The kind of Airstream, Boler or converted bus experience I’m fantasizing about focuses on ease, location and style. In other words: we arrive, unpack our groceries, throw on our flip flops and R-E-L-A-X. Herewith, my fantasy Airstream-esque trips from around the globe. Read more