To The Man I Picked Up Outside Regina

To The man I Picked up Outside Regina: There you were, arm outstretched, thumb pointing straight up the blue skies that canopied the long flat wheat plains of Saskatchewan. I’d been on the road for the last 3 days, trying to keep my mind occupied with extended phone calls to family and friends, podcasts, some…

Climbing where you’d least expect it – Sudbury, ON

Climbing where you’d least expect it – Sudbury, ON If you search ‘Sudbury’ into google, it’s likely that you’ll find hits pertaining to mining, education, and perhaps the local hockey team, the Sudbury Wolves. What you’ll likely not come across or be looking for is the blossoming rock climbing scene that has slowly been growing…

What’s in Your Backpack: Cole’s Antibiotics

The What’s in Your Backpack series has always been quite interesting to me. Despite the small number of posts I’ve found that people generally love or can’t leave home without similar things. The big ones tend to be headphones, speakers, and a journal. As any traveller will tell you these things are fairly necessary when…

The Mountain Mad Dogs

One quick hard heel cut and, whoosh, up it goes. A beautiful wave of the light fluffy stuff, a quick turn on the toe edge and you’re right straight in the middle of it, covered in powder and sporting a huge shit-eating grin slapped on your face the whole way. You look up to see…

Zen and The Art of Ski Touring

Zen and the Art of Ski Touring Sliding my feet in that familiar cross-country motion, I take a look at my surroundings; karst mountain peaks ripple the landscape as far as I can see, I’m surrounded by a strange variety of trees seemingly mummified in a blanket of windblown snow and ice, as the sun…

East Coast Road Trippin’ – Lock, Stock and 4 Rubber Tires

Traveling abroad in any country you are constantly meeting new people, making new friends, and sharing a large variety of conversation. After the standard hello’s and maybe a quick laugh about the situation you’ve found yourself in, the next question is generally, “So where’re you from?” Being from Canada, I’ve found I’m generally met with…

The West Coast Trail

From Pachena Bay to Port Renfrew on BC’s beautiful Vancouver Island I sat down on a wooden stump I’d found to be flat enough to call my seat, I stretched out my left knee slowly, feeling the stiffness in the joint after a grueling 17km day on the roughest trail I’d ever walked. I looked…