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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 really looking forward to getting out of my gear and grabbing some grub in the restaurant at the hotel in Ignace. I chose this place specifically because they advertised a restaurant. However, upon checking in I learned that isn’t the case. Because they can’t get staff, they couldn’t keep it open. Ungh. When I say Ignace doesn’t offer much, It’s an understatement! The fella at the front desk made a… Read More
It was 5:30 am as I stood outside my room at the Wawa Motor Inn watching the rain bounce off the ground under the street light. The anxiety in my belly rose in direct proportion to the steam rising from my lousy cup of hotel-Keurig brown water. Sip. Sigh. “Fuck” was all I could muster from my stressed out brain. Thinking once again back to the torrential time in Terrebonne wasn’t easing… 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
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 