Cycling up to the police tape was not my biggest worry. I was more concerned with the fact that my beautiful new bicycle, a pretty white filly complete with basket, fenders, lights and some savvy urban style, was ahem, a…
This is a very strange time to be in Cobalt, Ontario. There are all these poets walking around. There are all these weird events. And vandalism is encouraged! Especially if it’s poetry written in chalk on the rocks in…
It’s about time I made it to Langdon Hall. I’ve heard people speak of it in the same hushed reverent tones that one might mention a castle in England. Not a big castle like Windsor, but small and perfect,…
“Honey, there’s an elf at the bar,” I told Mark as we sat in Restaurant 85, the dining room at Hockley Valley Resort. Mark, who because he’s a gentleman, always gets stuck with the view of the wall, or in…
After my last post saying ‘who needs Muskoka,’ I decided, that I did, indeed, need Muskoka – at least for a weekend. Just because fall is here it’s no reason to give up on road trips, so Mark and…