GOAT-GIRLS AND HEART-HEALTHY CHOCOLATES By Colleen Friesen It’s somewhere between the fifth and sixth muttered expletive that I’m able to finally heave myself on to the top of the cliff. Looking down, I realize that calling it a cliff might be overstating the geographic truth. In fact, once I’m standing solidly on the top, it’s kind of embarrassing at just how little distance I’ve come...read more »

VENICE: MISTRESS OF THE SEAS By W. Ruth Kozak As I step outside my small hotel, it is the light in the piazza that impresses me first; the way it filters through the narrow passageway, a bright shaft of daylight flooding across the cobbled path. I stand transfixed for a moment, breathing in the scent of old stones and pungent sea...read more »

ECO TOURING ALONG THE SUNSHINE COAST By Jane Cassie Where in BC are you treated to 180 kilometers of scenic shoreline bordered by mossy rainforests and recreation abundance? What destination has been dubbed, the Scuba Coast, Wildlife Coast and Wellness Coast? And where on this province’s water-logged mainland are you warmed by 2,400 sunny hours each year? If you guessed the Sunshine Coast, you’re spot on!...read more »

GRENADA – JEWEL OF THE CARIBBEAN By Lauren Kramer It’s choppy in Grenada’s Moliniere Bay, and as I splash over the edge of the boat and glance through misty goggles, I find myself looking straight down at a female figure standing on the ocean floor 30 feet below me...read more »

YORKSHIRE YARNS Story and photos by Margaret Deefholts Once upon a time, a good-natured giant named Wade lived with his wife Belle on the wild fells of the Yorkshire Dales...read more »

BRIDGING THE GAP AT WHISTLER By Jane Cassie When I was seven years old, I had high hopes of joining the circus. My dad even installed a trapeze in our basement to pacify this childhood whim. That was a few decades and a hundred or so pounds ago. Today, as I teeter on the edge of Whistler’s Zip Trek platform, I’m not as certain that I’ll soar through the air with the greatest of ease... read more »

HOPEWELL ROCKS By Susan Deefholts I am walking through a mermaid’s living room. We are at the Hopewell Rocks, in New Brunswick’s Bay of Fundy. It is low tide, and the rush of the water’s ebb and flow is muted by distance. In a few short hours, this whole area will be submerged by the highest tide in the world... read more »

MAGICAL MAUI MOMENTS WITH MY MOTHER (A Mother’s Day Tribute) Story & Photos by Donna Yuen The years have slipped by so quickly. Turning towards her now I notice her gray hairs, and the wrinkles growing almost imperceptibly from the corners of her eyes... It has been eight years since we last traveled together, so we are long overdue for this impromptu mother-daughter trip to Maui... read more »

BEYOND THE BEACHES Outback Safaris reveal Domican Republic Disparities by Chris McBeath Hispaniola is an island divided. The larger portion comprises the Dominican Republic, best known for its lushly appointed beachside resorts set against hills of tropical rainforest. Beyond those hills, however... read more »

BLUES, BOOZE AND BARAK Story and Photos by Colleen Friesen For some reason I keep thinking of two rather disparate things: the band playing on as the Titanic went down and Nero fiddling while Rome burns. These are not necessarily good thoughts while standing on the back deck of a large cruise ship listening to a band bashing out the blues... read more »

JUDEA IS CLOSER THAN YOU THINK By Margaret Deefholts It isn’t every day that I get to meet Jesus, but this afternoon I stand in a coulee surrounded by craggy ochre-coloured hills, listening to him and a couple of his disciples chatting to [Blind] Bartimaeus. Dust devils dance in the breeze, and in the shade of the Jerusalem Wall, a donkey stands patiently awaiting his owner... read more »

POWELL RIVER: NO LONGER JUST A MILL TOWN By Jane Cassie In 1911, Powell River, British Columbia was thriving. It was home to BC’s largest pulp and paper mill and during its peak, employed 3,500 workers... read more »

BONNIE LOCH LOMOND by Caroline M. Jackson The summer sun had just kissed the peak of Ben Lomond and now the still, slate-grey waters of Loch Lomond became as dark as coal. With my back to the castellated Hotel Tarbet, I sauntered down the grassy slope towards the bonnie banks of Loch Lomond... read more »