End of the Line on the Underground Railroad – Chatham, Ontario

Quilt with underground railroad symbols

Gwen Robinson points out the history of slavery and the Underground Railroad stitched on this quilt, on display at the Chatham-Kent Black Historical Society

The little town of Chatham, Ontario is the terminus of a very important railroad – one without tracks or engines. The Underground Railroad brought escaping slaves to Canada, and many found refuge in Chatham, which became known as the ‘Black Mecca’. Continue reading

Canoe – Canada’s Transportation

Canoe-Canada's Transportation

Canoeing in Algonquin Park – an Ontario tradition.

Without the canoe, Canada’s history might have been very different.

Designed by Canada’s First Nations, the canoe allowed early explorers, fur traders, missionaries and colonists to travel across the North American continent, eventually finding a route right to the Pacific Ocean. Continue reading

Bonnehomme Carnaval

Bonnehomme

Arriving at the airport in Quebec City, I can’t resist a photo with a familiar character.

Bonnehomme Fun Facts

To most Canadians, Bonnehomme is as familiar as Santa Claus and he’s immediately linked with Carnaval, Quebec’s unbeatable way to warm up the winter.  But did you know these little known Bonnehomme facts? Continue reading

Joyeux Carnaval!

Joyeux Carnaval! Bonnehome and me

Bonnehomme Carnaval and I posing in the eerie light of this year’s Ice Palace. Take a tour further down.

If there’s one thing Canadians know, it’s how the make the best of winter. But Quebec has perfected the art of making it fun.

No matter how cold it gets, hibernation is not an option. Instead, Carnaval, the largest winter carnival in Canada and one of the oldest in the world (it began in 1894) takes a bite out of frosty February. Continue reading

Gone Fishin’ – Knight Inlet, British Columbia

Float lodge view Knight Inlet British Columbia - Gone Fishin'

The view from our float lodge in Knight Inlet

Every fibre of my being is focused on the flash of silver leaping out of the water. The fish is desperately trying to spit the hook, to break the line inseparably linking us.
I’m thinking Hemingway: the old woman and the sea? Continue reading