Autumn Fever

Getting a little, well, stir-crazy in the fall as the looming winter leaves you craving for a change in scenery. Jesse can't shake it. She must go somewhere.

Posted by Jesse Bell on Nov 02, 2017

Raven Eye Photography

Local photographers Todd and Martina share what drives their adventures abroad. 

Posted by Fix on May 30, 2017

Feliz Navidad

For most people the holidays are spent with your closest friends and family. It's a wonderful time to be together and personally one of my favourite times of the year.

Posted by Emily Pullen on Jan 16, 2017

Iceland - Ruskay's Adventure Blog

 Despite the name, there is only a relatively small area in Iceland that is covered in ice. For the most part, the small Island nation is covered with picturesque, lush, and rolling pastures.

Posted by Steve Ruskay on Mar 06, 2013

Lussier Hot Springs

I was told visiting the Lussier Hot Springs in winter was a must. The juxtaposition of steam rising from snow-glazed rock pools while crystalline cuts of ice flow down an aquamarine stream sounded nothing short of surreal. There was just one obstacle – location. Set at the tip of Whiteswan Lake Provincial Park, the pools are accessible via a 17 kilometre gravel logging road, which, rumour had it, could make for a formidable ride during the frigid season.

Posted by Charlotte Willis on Feb 01, 2013

Devon Island Part 2

The sun was still bright as we set up camp, under the watchful eyes of near by Muscox. They ran around us to gain the ridge above camp, where they held their position all night.

Posted by Steve Ruskay on Jan 23, 2013

I LIft Up My Eyes to The Hills

What nuclear disarmament was to the Sixties, and AIDS was the Eighties, so environmentalism is to today; the morally-invested i

Posted by Anonymous on Apr 04, 2012

It's Grim Down South

Down here in New Zealand, I live in a town called Dunedin which is right at the bottom of the South Island.

Posted by Anonymous on Apr 04, 2012

Still Got the Blues

In my musical tastes, as in much else, I suspect I might be somewhat of a disappointment to those with romanticized notions of “Irishness”’; those who envisage a land of misty mountain tops and green fields, in which toothless old men knock back pints of Guinness, and where raven-haired beauties and feisty colleens stomp their feet at raucous fiddle-playing before bursting into a jig, then wrapping their shawls around them and skipping home to their thatched cottages.

Posted by Anonymous on Feb 10, 2012
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