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When I arrived at Tanya and Rob’s place, I was greeted with all the love I felt when Tanya and I first connected last fall at my place in Alberta. After she and her brother Chris went home following Bruce’s service, I was left to grieve alone. To be honest, I didn’t know how to do it. I stuffed all the feels right down to my toes and carried on with my… Read More
After breakfast in North Bay, I rode across the street to fuel up. I didn’t like the sound of my bike AT ALL! This was the first time hearing this new sound and I was pretty sure it had something to do with my chain. Great. Dan said I needed to keep an eye on it, so when I was stopped at the pump I had a look. The tension seemed pretty… Read More
I packed up my bike in the crisp 10 degree morning and thought about what lay ahead for me. I decided to go into Amherst to get Jules looked after as it was really only a few extra miles from the PEI turn off. I wanted to be sure she was in tip-top shape before hitting the island. I waved to the fella a few doors down then ducked back in to… Read More
I’m exhausted. My body is telling me to take a break. Today’s ride (August 8) was the best I’ve had as far as scenery and weather goes! The traffic was heavy only here and there and heavy only meant 5-6 vehicles ahead of me. There were plenty of passing lanes, so that was no problem. Other than a detour Petunia planned, it was smooth sailing I need to change the directions settings… Read More
Once back in Canada, I felt pretty good about making it to Thunder Bay. With every kilometer behind me though, I grew more and more weary. After my soggy shift in direction, fighting winds, the stress of where to go to avoid thunder heads, I was ready to stop hours before Thunder Bay. Right about the time I felt this exhaustion start to brew, I saw the first sings for Atikokan. My… 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
I love people. I love all people and I love talking to all people. Sometimes this annoys companions because I’m always striking up a conversation with the person next to me in line, or beside me on a plane/bus/train, or in an airport, or in a busy street…basically if you make eye contact with me, I’m going to chat you up. Chances are pretty good, too, that you’ll be left with a… Read More
The Happy Canuck 