The Bruce Peninsula

Foreword: I am finally catching up to writing some very delayed posts. Please enjoy our trip to the land snuggled between the Georgian Bay and Lake Huron.

All walks of life, pt. 2

Another memorable meeting happened during my stay in Yellowknife. It is simply a coincidence that it happened in the north yet again.

We stayed at a B&B again, but this was the type where essential breakfast items are provided, and you cook and eat at your leisure. We bought some other items to supplement our breakfast.



We met a few groups of friends and family and managed to outstay them all. On one of our final nights, we came back from a long day of dog-sledding and found a jolly man drinking wine and watching the Olympics in the shared kitchen.

BCYK: Adieu, Yukon

Our last morning in the Yukon kicked off with homemade waffles and rhubarb juice. We enjoyed one last long chat with our host before we parted.

BCYK: Hot springs and ski planes

These are the kind of mornings I dreamed about when I was a child. A cozy fire, sunlight filtering in through the porch, the smell of breakfast wafting through the wooden cabin walls.

BCYK: Magic in Kluane

Another morning, another delicious breakfast from our B&B host. After another morning of long chats and stories, we began the long drive towards Kluane National Park and Reserve.



The lovely view through our cracked windshield.

BCYK: Whitehorse

Yukon marks 11/13 and the first territory we visited! We stayed at a bed & breakfast in Whitehorse, and spent our days exploring the city, hiking through Kluane, and even freezing our butts off on Canada's tallest peak. One thing we should have done was bring our passports so we could cross over to Alaska - it honestly hadn't crossed our mind when packing.

Our first stop after picking up our car was lunch - Burnt Toast Cafe was highly recommended by a coworker who had once lived here.

All walks of life, pt. 1

One of my favourite parts of travelling is being able to meet people from different corners of the world. Sometimes there are people you meet that leave a lasting impression, offer a new perspective, or just make your day/trip that much more enjoyable.



The most memorable person I met while travelling has to be our B&B host in Whitehorse, YT. She remains one of the strongest people I have ever met, and I cannot remember being so in awe of someone before.

BCYK: Vancouver & Squamish

I found myself back in Vancouver ten months after my previous trip (and a month before my next). We were here for a few days before heading up to Yukon, and I was excited to be back on the west coast less than a year after my last visit.

Squamish is undeniably beautiful but terribly touristy. I was looking forward to doing the Chief (link to the future!) this time, but unfortunately my hiking companions were not up for it.

Give me a name

I love naming and personalizing many of the mundane things in my life. I remember going to my friend's house when I was younger, and upon introduction to her favourite stuffed animal, I asked for its name... only to be told it did not have one. My seven-year old heart was truly stumped by this. Who could have a stuffed animal or toy and not name it? To be honest, it still stumps me a little to this day.

When the ability to name group chats and give nicknames to members came about, I went through my contact list and changed just about every single chat, to the displeasure of some. My favourite one has to be our pizza one though...


... I still have yet to name all my plants.

Introversion

I have grown up with the shy title given to me for the majority of my life. It was true for the most part; in new situations, when meeting new people, and when I was by myself, I was pretty quiet and sought comfort rather than challenge.

I have distinct memories of a summer camp when I was twelve; being the oldest one there, and always having been tall for my age, I was playing alone with the sand for the first day. It wasn't until later that I made friends with the other kids, and they commented that I was quite different from my first impression.

Growing up and working has definitely impacted my personality - I am generally less shy than before, but there is still a distinction between the person who operates when working and the one who is behind the daily me. The one who uses the self-checkout, who eats in front of the computer, who walks the store several times over to find an item, the one who sends customer service an email before deciding it would be best to call and then telling customer service on the phone to disregard said email.