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I was raring to go when I left Ignace, Ontario! I had my sights set on Saskatchewan. I was now only 1 sleep away from my son’s birthday, and I’d told him the night before I’d be there. I promised to do all I could to make it back to give him a birthday hug. I’d missed a hug before, and I wasn’t about to let that happen this year. I followed… Read More
I was raring to go when I left North Bay! I had an early start thanks to last night’s left overs. Grateful to not have another morning like in PEI, I was fueled and on the road by 8:00 am. This time I put on my vest and my rain gear to help keep the morning chill at bay. I was aiming for at least White River, 744 km away. A long… Read More
Once I was geared up and warm again leaving Quebec, my next ‘hurdle’ was getting through Ottawa. When I was headed east, I got turned around and mixed up in Ottawa. I wasn’t nervous about going back through, but I wasn’t exactly putting a lot of faith in Petunia, either. When I look back on this day, I’m struck by what a different ride it was! Mind set has a massive impact… Read More
When my very dear friend Chrissy picked me up for lunch my first new day at Mom’s, it was as though the years since our last visit were mere moments. I’d forgotten how much I missed her bright smile! We laughed over lunch, laughed while we walked the beach, and laughed again on the drive back. The next day we went for a very long walk and talked about things only good… Read More
When I went to bed at the Aberdeen Motel, I figured I’d book it to Pembroke the next day. The weather radar showed nothing but rain and I was about done with getting wet. When I woke up, however, it was such a gorgeous day that I decided to take the scenic south shore instead. It meant a longer day on the bike, but the Cabot Trail was a relatively short day…. Read More
Tom suggested that day that I was born under a lucky star.
Stories about ties to Ireland were like gossamer threads connecting me to something better… something… more.
Solo Motorcycle Tour of Ireland: Doolin to Westport I left Doolin and headed back to the Cliffs of Moher. I’d missed them on the way in to Doolin the night before, so I turned back the next morning to see what all the fuss was about. Not sure if it was because I faced yet another meal alone, or the fact that I’d been looking at pictures of home, but I was feeling… Read More
To say I was not in the best mood when I got to my room at Doolin’s Aran View Hotel is a bit of an understatement. If you’ve been following my solo motorcycle adventure around Ireland, you know I left my cosmetics in Dingle and had to go out for a bite to eat and explore the Doolin village all pony-tailed and fresh-faced. I am not a super fancy kind of gal,… Read More
The Happy Canuck 