Up here in Canada, this coming weekend is variously known as the May 2-4 weekend, May Long Weekend, or (officially) as the Victoria Day weekend. Regardless of what you call it, the long weekend in May has always been the traditional start of camping season. And for me, that means it’s time to get back to work on this blog.
Things have been quiet around here for the past 12 months, but that doesn’t mean I’ve abandoned my attempt to turn my kids into nature-loving adventurists. If anything, this past year I’ve made more strides, and as they’ve got older, we have also been on more adventures. Summer 2015 took us to Dinosaur Provincial Park, to the North Saskatchewan River for fishing, and just generally out of the house and into nature as often as I could manage it. I still plan on talking about some of this stuff on here as well, because there are lessons that can be learned from success, from failure, and from looking back and thinking critically about the things you’ve done. That means talking about gear, talking about places we’ve had our adventures, and maybe even a post or two about recipes and cooking, since food is ALWAYS a big part of travelling for me. Continue reading “It’s That Time of Year Again”
Winter is always a bit of an odd season for me. I personally love the winter, love getting outside and enjoying the purity and stillness that nature gives us. In any other season, sitting outside in nature gives you an immediate and overwhelming awareness of life surrounding you. In the winter, when most everything is slumbering beneath a blanket of snow, you can truly get a sense of solitude and calmness. In the winter, everything is undiscovered, trails newly untrodden, and there are things to discover everywhere. For a nature nut, winter is wonderful for all of the ways that it isn’t what you’d normally expect.
“No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.” Hal Borland
I think it’s safe to say that, here in Edmonton, spring has finally arrived. Depending on where you live, spring might be well underway. I see pictures from friends on Vancouver Island who have green lawns and leafy trees already; I still have snow in my yard, but the ice covering the lake across the street has finally given up hope and melted away completely. This has been a long, challenging at times winter. As much as a person can try to enjoy winter, and I personally find there a lot to enjoy about winter, that boundary between the departure of true winter weather and the genuine arrival of spring is hard. The world is ugly and dirty, the weather uncooperative, and the calendar moves even more slowly than it ever has. At the same time, you can feel in your blood that change is upon us, and your energy increases. Daylight lasts longer into the evening, and greets you earlier every morning. Getting off the couch and out the door is easier. The air smells different, better somehow. Continue reading “The arrival of spring, a rainy day, and making plans”
As is natural with any parent, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about my two sons, and the things that I want to teach them as they grow up. That process usually ends up with me looking back and reflecting on the things that my parents taught me, the experiences we had and shared that maybe helped shape me into the person I am today. Inevitably, that leads me back to my memories of camping.
For as long as I can remember, summer holidays meant camping for us. We would hook on to the holiday trailer and head for the mountains and spend weeks going from one park to another, seeing waterfalls, mountains, roadside attractions, orchards, people, animals, and pretty much the breadth of what you can see from the highways in BC and Alberta. Even now, my parents (both sets of them) will holiday the same way, pulling the trailer out to a lake somewhere to set-up shop and relax and enjoy the beauty that we as Canadians have at our disposal. However, a lot of those holidays ended where the roads ended, or where paved, easy walking trails could take us. Hold that thought right there, and I’ll be back at it shortly. Continue reading “Lets Go Have an Adventure – One Dad’s Manifesto”