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On the Road…to Paris?

(London, Ontario, Canada)

Our summer road trip has begun!

We met some friends yesterday for a hike at Rattlesnake Point Conservation Area, just outside of Milton. The park is located along the edge of the Niagara Escarpment; some of the trails are at the very edge of the steep cliffs. It’s a little disorienting to have such dramatic views of flat farmland! As most of the trails are in the forest, it’s also a great place to escape the hot summer sun.

Rock climbing at Rattlesnake Point Conservation Area (near Milton, Ontario)
Rock climbing at Rattlesnake Point Conservation Area (near Milton, Ontario)

As we had all worked up quite an appetite, our friends brought us to a recommended Thai restaurant on Main Street in Milton (Canada’s fastest-growing community!). It was an inspired choice: Thai House had a diverse menu and served excellent food. We would happily return there some day.

View from Rattlesnake Point Conservation Area (near Milton, Ontario)
View from Rattlesnake Point Conservation Area (near Milton, Ontario)

After a night in the unlikely destination of Mississauga, we set off to the historical village of Kleinburg and the McMichael Collection. This is a very famous collection of Canadian art, with a particular focus on the legendary Group of Seven and Tom Thomson. While this part of the collection was obviously a big draw, we also enjoyed the “new” Group of Seven (actually the Professional National Indian Artists Inc.). This “new” group was formed in the 1970s and included prominent aboriginal artists such as Norval Morrisseau and Daphne Odjig.

Selections from the Group of Seven at the McMichael Collection (Kleinburg, Ontario)
Selections from the Group of Seven at the McMichael Collection (Kleinburg, Ontario)

It felt like the trip from Mississauga to Kleinburg took forever, due in part to the urban sprawl in the Brampton area.  The old part of Brampton was nice enough but the endless suburbs, strip malls and “power centres” were rather discouraging…and doubly so on the way back, as heavy rain lasted for a couple of hours.  We wanted to avoid controlled-access highways such as the 401 but were slowed considerably by the extensive development has taken place since the last time we drove through this part of the province.

Modern arhictecture at the corner of Hurontario and Burnhamthorpe in Mississauga, Ontario
Modern arhictecture at the corner of Hurontario and Burnhamthorpe in Mississauga, Ontario

We finally emerged from the sprawl just outside of the town of Dundas: as we travelled west, our spirits brightened even though the rain persisted.  Our first stop was in the very old town of Paris (another place with a French connection!):  most stores were already closed but it had a quaint downtown (see photo at the top of this post) that we would like to visit again someday.  There was even a store called “A Swiss in Paris”:  I’m sure that there is an interesting story behind this gourmet cheese shop.

Surprising discovery in Paris, Ontario!
Surprising discovery in Paris, Ontario!

Our next stop was in Woodstock.  This is where my car was made and it surprised us with 2 vinyl record shops within a couple of blocks.  Record-shopping is always a fun way to unwind and I managed to find an unexpected gem from the 1980s (thankfully with no “1980s drums”!) before long.

After a long day on the road, we finally arrived in London.  We’re here for a couple of nights and are looking forward to our first proper visit to the largest city in southwestern Ontario.  Our home here is the beautiful Idlewyld Inn just south of the downtown core.  It’s a rambling 19th-century house that has been converted to a rather upscale inn. Our room is spacious and even includes a turret!

Idlewyld Inn in London
Idlewyld Inn in London

After getting our bearings, we went to nearby Wortley Village…and had another great Thai dinner!  This time it was Mai’s Cafe and Bistro; the food was very fresh and well-prepared.   While it was very enjoyable, and Thai is probably my favourite cuisine at the moment, we will try to have some non-Thai cuisine tomorrow.  London has a lot of restaurants; I’m sure that we’ll have no problem finding something!

A day in Napanee!

(Napanee, Ontario, Canada)

As some of you know, we will soon be departing on a road trip…the arrangements have all been made but I’ll keep the actual destinations a secret. As a warm-up, we decided to spend a day in the nearby town of Napanee and visit its annual agricultural fair.

Prize-winning poultry at the Napanee Fair
Prize-winning poultry at the Napanee Fair

Somehow, I don’t think I’ve ever been to any of the local fairs. I visited the provincial Ploughing Match in Joyceville as part of a Grade 4 field trip and might have stopped by the Kingston Exhibition once…but that’s about it.  Being seriously allergic to horses (which was confirmed by accidentally encountering horses at the Canadian National Exhibition in Toronto about 25 years ago), as well as a lingering minor allergies to cats and feathers, has made me reluctant to spend much time around farm animals.

Vegetable competition at the Napanee Fair
Vegetable competition at the Napanee Fair

Anyway, I thought it was time to see a local fair…and to see whether my horse allergies had abated in the intervening years.

We started with the exhibition barns.  I felt kind of scratchy in the poultry barn and in the “rare animal barn” (which contained some ponies) but was fine around the cattle and in the goat/sheep arena.  Quite apart from the allergies, I was reminded of how far removed suburban living can be from rural living and how little we think about where our food comes from.   It was strange to see the cute young alpacas…and remember how much I enjoyed alpaca steak in Peru.

A young alpaca playing hide and seek at the Napanee Fair
A young alpaca playing hide and seek at the Napanee Fair

After looking at the craft and food exhibits, we moved on to the midway (see photo at the top of this post).  We weren’t interested in any of the rides but we did wonder about the demanding lifestyle of those who work on “the fair circuit”.   While it is largely limited to the summer months and early autumn, the days are very long and the workers are always living in cramped portable accommodations in between moves from one fair to the next.

Cows at the Napanee Fair
Cows at the Napanee Fair

After the fair, we thought that we’d visit downtown Napanee and see how much it had changed.  We haven’t been in Napanee much recently, but recalled how its downtown was reeling from the arrival of big box stores (including a Walmart) near the 401 highway.   The last time we were there, it seemed like the downtown consisted mainly of “dollar stores” and empty storefronts.

The County Memorial Building in Napanee - I spent quite a few hours here as a law student
The County Memorial Building in Napanee – I spent quite a few hours here as a law student

I am pleased to report that the Napanee downtown appears to have turned the corner. While some areas are still somewhat patchy, there are plenty of new and unique businesses that offer an alternative to the more generic retailers near the highway.    Many of them were closed for the day by the time we arrived but we both found stores that we want to check out on a future visit.  There were even some interesting new (and independent) dining options downtown.

Dundas Street in downtown Napanee
Dundas Street in downtown Napanee

This is what we’re hoping to see more of on our upcoming road trip.  We’re staying in some historic and characterful places and will try to choose shops and restaurants that aren’t found in every other Ontario town.  This sometimes takes a little more work but the research has been enjoyable.

Stay tuned to see where we end up!

Back on the Rock

(Pouch Cove, Newfoundland & Labrador, Canada)

After greatly enjoying the novelty of visiting France, we’ve returned to Pouch Cove for two more days before heading home.   The weather remains cool and dry, at least by Ontario standards.  Many Newfoundlanders are complaining about the humidity!

We paid a return visit to the Afghan Restaurant in St. John’s, this time remembering to take a picture of our food.  An early afternoon shopping trip went well; actually, probably a little too well. We ran overtime and didn’t make it to the Provincial Legislature building until 3:20 p.m…by which time it was too late to have a tour of the legislature.

The Confederation Building in St; John's - home of the provincial legislature
The Confederation Building in St; John’s – home of the provincial legislature

I don’t think we were meant to see the legislature on this trip: when we tried to visit last week, the guide was sick and nobody else was able to give tours in her place. We’re actually starting to amass a collection of “missed” legislature tours: the Nunavut legislature building in Iqaluit was closed for renovations when we were there in 2013, as was the New Brunswick legislature building in Fredericton in 2009.

Vegetarian lunch special at the Afghan Restaurant in St. John's
Vegetarian lunch special at the Afghan Restaurant in St. John’s

I still was able to take pictures of the Confederation Building (which houses the legislature).  It is very distinctive; there is something almost Soviet about it, especially considering the scale of most of the other buildings in St. John’s.  If I had ever been to Warsaw, I would say that it reminds me of the Palace of Culture and Science building there.

Downtown St. John's
Downtown St. John’s

For our final dinner in Newfoundland, we went to Chafe’s Landing Seafood Eatery in the picture-postcard village of Petty Harbour (see photo at the top of this post).  Known far and wide for its fish and chips and seafood specialties, it is a landmark destination that we somehow missed on our previous visits to Newfoundland.  I opted for the shrimp and chips and it was very good:  much fresher than what we are used to in Ontario.

A summer evening in Petty Harbour
A summer evening in Petty Harbour

We were sidetracked on our way back home by another iceberg:  this was a new one, as it was in Torbay and therefore north of the icebergs we saw last week.  We couldn’t get as close to this one but it was still a very impressive sight.  There were no whales frolicking nearby, unfortunately.

Before we knew it, our nine-day trip was over and it was time to head for the airport.  There are still many things that we haven’t done in St. John’s and the Avalon Peninsula, to say nothing of the many attractions in the northern and western coasts of Newfoundland.  And then there’s Labrador…

A distant iceberg, near the East Coast Trail in Torbay
A distant iceberg, near the East Coast Trail in Torbay

We love the cool Newfoundland summers, even if the wind can sometimes wreak havoc with travel plans.  The island’s history is distinct, due in part to the fact that it only joined Canada in 1949.  The people also continue to be the friendliest in Canada and seem to truly enjoy having visitors “from away”.   I’m sure that we will return again someday soon.

What’s up next?  The next major journey will be a road trip during the second week of August.  Until then, stay tuned for more flashbacks and travel-related writing!

Road Trip from Canada to…France!

(Ville de St. Pierre, St. Pierre & Miquelon, France)

France once had an extensive North American empire. While its cultural footprint remains, New France is now represented territorially only by the islands of St. Pierre & Miquelon. The islands form a self-governing overseas territory of France, having a population of just 6,000 people, located about 25 km off the coast of Newfoundland. It changed hands many times over the years, most recently passing back into the possession of France in 1816.  While much of the population claims French descent (particularly from Normandy and Brittany), there is also a significant Basque presence.

Morris the Moose, at the Irving Gas Station in Goobies, Newfoundland & Labrador
Morris the Moose, at the Irving Gas Station in Goobies, Newfoundland & Labrador

I have long wondered what it would be like to visit this most remote piece of Europe.  The stars finally aligned this year and we were able to carve out enough time to make it happen.  It does take some planning:  other than prohibitively expensive flights, the only public access is by ferry from the village of Fortune, Newfoundland.   The ferry runs about once per day in each direction during the “high season” (roughly June to September).  If you’re lucky and the weather cooperates, the trip itself takes about an hour.

Proof that the Irving Gas Station in Goobies is, in fact, the home of Morris the Moose
Proof that the Irving Gas Station in Goobies is, in fact, the home of Morris the Moose

But the port of Fortune is by no means easy to reach.  It takes more than two hours to get there from Goobies (yes, that’s the name), the nearest access point on the Trans-Canada Highway.  Even Goobies is remote; it is a couple of hours west on the Trans-Canada Highway from St. John’s.  All of this must be done by private vehicle:  there is no public transportation.   I kept an eye out for, but failed to see, the legendary moose population of Newfoundland.  Already this year, there have been more than 660 moose-motor vehicle accidents in Newfoundland.

Le Cabestan, the summer passenger ferry between Fortune and St. Pierre
Le Cabestan, the summer passenger ferry between Fortune and St. Pierre

After parking the car in Fortune, we boarded “Le Cabestan” and looked forward to a scenic ocean journey to France.  This did not happen.  We were expecting to combat any potential seasickness by staying outside during the crossing (because of our Icelandic adventure).  Alas, for safety reasons, passengers were not allowed outside the ferry’s cabin.

Sure enough, as soon as we left Fortune’s harbour, the boat started rocking.  Most of the motion was “up and down” rather than “side to side” but the crew were quickly handing out lots of paper towels and white paper bags.  The seats were creaking from the dramatic lurches every couple of seconds.   We closed our eyes for virtually the entire journey, hoping that it would be easier on our brains if they didn’t have to deal with the visual disorientation as well.

Arrival in France!  Ferry passengers proceed to the border control facility upon arrival in St. Pierre & Miquelon
Arrival in France! Ferry passengers proceed to the border control facility upon arrival in St. Pierre & Miquelon

Everything finally settled down about 90 minutes later when we reached St. Pierre.   The flags of France and the European Union greeted us as we disembarked and headed into an old building marked “Douane”.   After being processed by the authorities and receiving a very rare St. Pierre & Miquelon passport stamp, we were in France! Check out the colourful “main street” in the photo at the top of this post.

The harbour of St. Pierre, with the customs and postal buildings
The harbour of St. Pierre, with the customs and postal buildings

Many countries in Latin America use both their own currency and another foreign currency (usually American dollars).  However, St. Pierre & Miquelon proudly uses the Euro…and only the Euro.  Neglect to bring Euros at your peril!  The time is also set one half-hour ahead of Newfoundland time.  And despite its proximity to English-speaking Newfoundland, your trip to St. Pierre & Miquelon will be easier if you are able to speak at least some French.  Any efforts at speaking the language, no matter how inept, will be greeted warmly.

There are many colourful houses in St. Pierre
There are many colourful houses in St. Pierre

Even though it took a bit of preparation, we had a great time in St. Pierre & Miquelon.  My next couple of posts will go into much more detail about the unique experiences we had in this fascinating piece of “Overseas Europe”.

The East Coast Trail

(Pouch Cove, Newfoundland & Labrador, Canada)

While Gros Morne National Park on Newfoundland’s west coast justifiably gets a lot of attention, we’ve enjoyed hiking on the east coast too.  Over the past few days, we’ve hiked some very scenic (and very different) portions of the East Coast Trail near the villages of Pouch Cove and Bauline.

Just north of Pouch Cove, Newfoundland & Labrador
The first step is a doozy:  just north of Pouch Cove, Newfoundland & Labrador

South of Pouch Cove, towards Shoe Cove, the trail begins with some very blustery and exposed sections just above the shoreline.  However, the trail then veers steeply upward into some surprisingly thick and lush forest…it felt almost like the coast of British Columbia!  The predominant theme here, however, was the constant roar of the ocean.  It is so loud that I thought I was hearing thunder.

East Coast Trail, just south of Pouch Cove
East Coast Trail, just south of Pouch Cove

North of Pouch Cove, en route to Cape Francis, the trail quickly becomes dominated by rock…some of it quite loose.

Sharp and loose rocks make up the East Coast Trail, north of Pouch Cove
Sharp and loose rocks make up the East Coast Trail, north of Pouch Cove

We scrambled by the evocatively-named Horrid Gulch (site of the 19th-century shipwreck of the Water Witch) and eventually found ourselves with a commanding view of both the remote coast (see photo at the top of this post…and note the size of the hikers on the nearest cliff) and the sprawling village of Pouch Cove.  I was thankful for my hiking shoes here:  the sharp rocks would have been devastating to ordinary running shoes.

North of Pouch Cove on the East Coast Trail
North of Pouch Cove on the East Coast Trail

Next up was the village of Bauline on the northwest coast of the Avalon Peninsula.  Walking around Bauline was like stepping back in time.  Located under a brooding mountain, its steep streets are lined with lobster traps and its harbour seems to be permanently enveloped by a salty mist.  It looked exactly the same as it did when I was here in 2001, with the exception of some new street signs.  While Bauline is by no means an isolated outport, it definitely gives you a flavour of life in a remote and historic fishing village.

Bauline, Newfoundland & Labrador
Bauline, Newfoundland & Labrador

The East Coast Trail here is different too:  the landscape is harsh and there are very few hikers.   Bring strong footwear…and be careful on the roads.  There are apocalyptic potholes on the road between Pouch Cove and Bauline.

Houses near the East Coast Trail access point at Bauline, Newfoundland & Labrador
Houses near the East Coast Trail access point at Bauline, Newfoundland & Labrador

Next up is an exciting an unusual international journey:  check out my next post to find out which country is surprisingly easy to reach from Newfoundland!

Here and There on the Avalon Peninsula

(Pouch Cove, Newfoundland & Labrador, Canada)

The city of St. John’s dominates life on the Avalon Peninsula.  We’ve visited a couple of times already and we will pass through the city a few more times before returning home.  It is known for its colourful houses, some of which appear in the photo at the top of this post.  It’s not just one street:  you see these all over the downtown core.  Some of the newer buildings in the suburbs are also being built in the same style.

Gower Street in downtown St. John's
Gower Street in downtown St. John’s

Driving in St. John’s can be a challenge.  It’s an old city and sometimes the sightlines and merging streets can take you by surprise.  However, the scariest part is the steepness of the streets that descend to the harbour. You need very good brakes here…and you need to check them often.  I can’t imagine what it is like to drive here in the winter when there is snow and/or ice on the roads.

Massive rhododendrons at the botanical gardens of the Memorial University of Newfoundland
Massive rhododendrons at the botanical gardens of the Memorial University of Newfoundland

We squeezed in a visit to the Botanical Gardens at the Memorial University of Newfoundland.   This turned out to be a huge facility:  not just a “traditional” botanical garden but also a well-annotated series of trails through boreal forest and pond environments.  You could spend a few hours here if you wanted to see everything.

We also visited the Johnson Geo Centre located “inside” Signal Hill.  The structure itself is probably worth the cost of admission alone; it’s difficult to imagine how they blasted so deeply into 500 million year-old rock to build it.

Crowd assembling at Middle Cove for the rolling of the capelin
Crowd assembling at Middle Cove for the rolling of the capelin

While the focus at the Geo Centre is clearly on geology, we focused on two aquatic themes:  the ill-fated journey of the Titanic and the journey to the Mariana Trench (the deepest place on earth).  In hindsight, it is surprising how many warnings the Titanic received (and ignored) about treacherous iceberg conditions in the North Atlantic.  The various warnings are all on display at the Geo Centre.  While most people are familiar with the story (from the movie, if nothing else), it is of course more intense when you have just seen icebergs off the very same coast where the Titanic sank.

The crowd is jostling for the incoming capelin at Middle Cove
The crowd is jostling for the incoming capelin at Middle Cove

We also saw a 3-D movie chronicling the journey of James Cameron (the same guy who directed the Titanic movie) in a special sphere to the bottom of the Mariana Trench…almost 36,000 feet below sea level.  While th 3-D effect seemed a little corny at first, it ultimately proved to be well-suited to a documentary picture.

A big event around here is when the “capelin are rolling”.  These small fish periodically wash ashore in huge numbers; it is a highly anticipated (and free!) opportunity to harvest a lot of fish.  It is particularly impressive in the darkness, as the fish are iridescent.  I took a few pictures at Middle Cove, where locals and visitors alike were laden with nets and buckets, jostling for the best position.  Although we didn’t stay long enough for the capelin to roll, we did get a strong sense of the excitement.

Pouch Cove at night
Pouch Cove at night

We generally end each day with a walk around our home base of Pouch Cove.  It is very refreshing, as the last few nights have been well below 10’C even before considering the effect of the coastal wind.   While I brought shorts along, I don’t think I will need them at all on this trip.  We are both enjoying change from the summer heat and humidity in Kingston.

Journey to the Edge of Canada!

(Pouch Cove, Newfoundland & Labrador, Canada)

The year of Canadian travel continues. After visiting the western provinces of Saskatchewan and British Columbia earlier this year, I am now at the easternmost fringe of Canada. We’ll be based in Pouch Cove (pronounced “pooch”) for the next few days before moving on to the international portion of our journey. More on that later…

The restaurant scene on the west end of Duckworth Street, St. John's.
The restaurant scene on the west end of Duckworth Street, St. John’s.

I haven’t been to Pouch Cove since late 2007.  Even in that short period of time, however, there has been a lot of development on the road between St. John’s (Newfoundland’s capital and largest city) and Pouch Cove. Fortunately, Pouch Cove itself remains more or less the same…there are no big-box stores out here yet!

I was hoping that we would see see some icebergs drifting by, as this part of the province is in “Iceberg Alley”. An even bigger bonus would be seeing some whales. It’s the right time of year for both of these massive phenomena but everything depends on the weather, wind direction, etc.

A large boat passing through "The Narrows", as seen from near the top of Signal Hill
A large boat passing through “The Narrows”, as seen from near the top of Signal Hill

As it turns out, we didn’t have to wait long.  Thanks to an expert’s referral to an “Iceberg Tracker” website, we discovered that icebergs had been sighted near both Signal Hill and Logy Bay.  After a simple but enjoyable lunch at an Afghani restaurant called “Afghan Restaurant” on Duckworth Street in St. John’s, we drove to the top of Signal Hill.

First glimpse of my first iceberg - as seen from near the bottom of Signal Hill
First glimpse of my first iceberg – as seen from near the bottom of Signal Hill

Signal Hill towers over the Atlantic Ocean:  this is where Marconi received the first transatlantic wireless transmission in 1901.  Despite the beautiful view, no icebergs were visible.  However, my inner goat got the best of me and I decided to hike down from Signal Hill to the Atlantic Ocean.  It is a very steep trail and most people looked exhausted upon returning.  I was not deterred:  for some reason, this was something I really needed to do.

The Narrows (with iceberg in the distance at far left)
The Narrows (with iceberg in the distance at far left)

After about 15 minutes of cautiously descending, I finally understood why “the call” was so strong:  the iceberg was there, out of sight of the crowds at the top of Signal Hill but visible to the few who dared descend to the ocean.  If you’ve never seen an iceberg before, I can tell you it is a humbling experience.  Even though this one was a couple of kilometers away, it still looked huge.    When you consider that about 90% of an iceberg’s mass is located underwater, it is even more impressive.

The rugged Atlantic coast, near Middle Bay
The rugged Atlantic coast, near Middle Bay

Now having an appetite for icebergs, we drove to Logy Bay to see if the other one was also visible.  We didn’t have to work very hard:  we saw it about 30 seconds after leaving the parking lot (see photo at the top of this post).  This one was much closer and therefore appeared much bigger.  It also put on a show, as we heard a loud boom and then saw smaller pieces on either side.  It had “calved” right before our eyes!  Our whale cousins must be impressed by icebergs too, as we saw whales breaching several times just to the east of the iceberg.

Iceberg in the Atlantic Ocean, at Logy Bay
Iceberg in the Atlantic Ocean, at Logy Bay

Seeing these icebergs was a great way to start our Newfoundland visit…we’re really looking forward to seeing more of this unique part of Canada!

Travel Flashback: Unusual Sights in East-Central Alberta (2013)

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

I took a lot of pictures at the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village; I’ve included a few more here (including the picture above) that weren’t in my original post on that fascinating site.  There are many other things to see east of Edmonton, however.

The giant sausage monument in Mundare, Alberta
The giant sausage monument in Mundare, Alberta

Near Vegreville and its giant Pysanka, there is another rural community with a huge monument.  Mundare is neither as large nor as famous as Vegreville but it honours its roots with…a giant sausage!   It sounds a little peculiar but the biggest business in town is indeed Stawnichy’s Meat Processing, right on the main street of Mundare.  There was a substantial Polish and Ukrainian population in the area so Woytko Stawnichy established a small grocery store here in 1959 with one small sausage smoker.

Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village
Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village

Over time, the sausage business prospered and became the focus of the Stawnichy family business.  To better service its loyal customers who now live and work in the big city,  there is even a Mundare Sausage House (and the associated Uncle Ed’s Restaurant) in the provincial capital of Edmonton.  However, the manufacturing facility and the heart of the business remains in tiny Mundare.  We didn’t go deep into the facility but were given some “Stawnichy’s Sausage” pins as souvenirs.  A tip and/or a warning, depending on how you feel about such aromas:  even the reception area smells strongly of sausage.

The Hilliard Hotel - formerly located in Hilliard, Alberta, and now in the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village
The Hilliard Hotel – formerly located in Hilliard, Alberta, and now in the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village

I would have loved to see more of the giant “monuments” in Alberta., such as the world’s largest pierogi in Glendon, the world’s largest badminton racquet in St. Albert, the world’s largest bee in Falher, the world’s largest beaver in Beaverlodge, or the world’s largest golf tee in Trochu.   Seeing all of Western Canada’s strange structures could easily form the basis of a bizarre road trip.  As we needed to return to our home base in Camrose that evening, we reluctantly started to head back via the town of Viking,

Entrance to the "Viking Troll Park" in Viking, Alberta
Entrance to the “Viking Troll Park” in Viking, Alberta

Most Canadian hockey fans will recognize Viking as the home of the Sutter brothers.  Incredibly, six brothers from the Sutter family all went on to play professional hockey in the National Hockey League.   While Viking recognizes its claim to fame, the town is extremely quiet and otherwise typical of many other farming communities in this part of the province.  The name “Viking” comes from the large number of Scandinavian immigrants who settled here.   There is even a “Viking Troll Park”, pictured above.

Modern grain elevators at Viking, Alberta
Modern grain elevators at Viking, Alberta

In our ongoing mission to support independent restaurants, we found ourselves at the “Viking Burger Queen” for dinner.   It was by no means fancy but we quite enjoyed chowing down on some substantial pizzas after a long day on the road.

The "Viking Burger Queen" in Viking, Alberta
The “Viking Burger Queen”  (and part of our tank/truck) in Viking, Alberta

As I’ve mentioned in some of my previous posts, we are about to head out on another adventure.   We are visiting one of the extremities of Canada but will also be visiting another country during the trip.  Notwithstanding the very rough sailing experience described in one of my recent blogs, we will be braving the open seas once again to make this an international trip.  It just might be the strangest international trip you can make by boat from Canada.

Intrigued?  I expect to be posting a little more frequently over the next couple of weeks, although that will naturally depend on the availability of Internet access.   Stay tuned!

Travel Flashback: The Ukrainians in Alberta (2013)

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

After visiting the Northwest Territories, we stopped off in Alberta to visit family and do some wandering in the less-touristed areas east of Edmonton.

We had reserved a mid-sized rental car but we were in for a surprise when we arrived at the Edmonton Airport…there were no mid-sized cars left.  Our choice: a jeep or a “mid-sized” pick-up truck. As we rather like the protection that doors offer, we opted for the mid-sized truck.  “Mid-sized” for Alberta, perhaps, but absolutely gigantic to our urban Ontario eyes. Anyway, we certainly felt safe in what we affectionately called “the tank”.

Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village
Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village

Having a vehicle allowed us the luxury of seeing some small-town sights:  public transportation is not terribly well-developed in Canada and rural Alberta is no exception.  On our first full day with the truck, we visited two Ukrainian-themed sights:  the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village, just east of Elk Island National Park, and the town of Vegreville.   We also visited some other small towns but I will save those for future posts!

This would have been from the very early days of Ukrainian settlement in Alberta
This would have been from the very early days of Ukrainian settlement in Alberta

We spent several hours at the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village.  It is a collection of historic buildings from all over eastern Alberta that have been moved to a single location.  It is like you are in a typical Alberta village from the early twentieth century that has a sizable Ukrainian immigrant population.

It’s not just a bunch of relocated buildings, however.  Most of the buildings are “inhabited” by role-playing guides.  We could actually talk to the shopkeeper, the sergeant at the R.C.M.P. detachment, and the labourer at the grain elevator (see photo at top of post)…all of them remaining in character (and even speaking with Ukrainian accents, where appropriate) throughout.

A building supply store from the past (note the Ukrainian text) at the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village
A building supply store from the past (note the Ukrainian text) at the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village

The churches were anticipated highlights, of course, reminding us of what we had seen in Finland and Estonia the previous summer.  However, we were equally as impressed by a couple of buildings on the outskirts of “town”.  One was a sod house, being an immigrant’s first Canadian home, while the other was a slightly sturdier and roomier house that might have been an immigrant’s second Canadian home.

Sod house at the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village
Sod house at the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village

Being inside the sod house was a real revelation for us.  Until then, it had been very difficult to visualize what immigrant life was like in Canada one hundred years ago:  most buildings surviving from that era belonged to established and relatively affluent Canadians.   Surviving in such a dark and damp house must have been incredibly challenging.  And we saw it in the summer:  how would it have been during the frigid Albertan winter with so little daylight?

A grocery store specializing in products for the Ukrainian community
A grocery store specializing in products for the Ukrainian community

After a lunch of perogies, sausage and cabbage, we drove east along the Yellowhead Highway to the town of Vegreville.  Small Alberta towns are known for their oversized “sculptures” that reflect the special features of that community.  Vegreville had a substantial Ukrainian population, so the decision was made to commission a massive Pysanka (Ukrainian Easter Egg) as part of the R.C.M.P.  Centennial celebrations in 1974.

The world's largest Pysanka (Vegreville, Alberta)
The world’s largest Pysanka (Vegreville, Alberta)

The Vegreville Pysanka is quite famous – it has even appeared on Canadian stamps and been visited by Queen Elizabeth II.  But it’s not just big:  it moves!  It also was quite a technical accomplishment, as the design was the first computer modeling of an egg.   While we didn’t stay in Vegreville for very long, it was still a nice way to “cap” our Ukrainian immigrant experience.

My next blog entry will focus on some other highlights (though not necessarily famous ones) of our Alberta visit.  In the meantime, we are busy planning for our international journey in July!

Return to the K&P Trail

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

Last year, one of my posts was about hiking on the K&P Trail north of Kingston. This old railway line has been converted to a recreational trail and we are continuing our attempt to hike its entire length.

We’ve managed to cover two more segments of the trial since my previous post.  We have now walked all the way from Kingston to the northern edge of the village of Verona (and back).

View of the K&P Trail from Boyce's Road in Hartington
View of the K&P Trail from Boyce’s Road in Hartington

We had low expectations for the portion leading north from Hartington.  However, after a not-very-tranquil segment near Highway 38, the trail plunged into wilderness.   Following a dramatic rock cut, we began to see all kinds of interesting wildlife.  First up was an active beaver population:  I didn’t act quickly enough to get a photo of a diving beaver, but I then spotted the unmistakable evidence of  very recent beaver activity (see photo at the top of this post).   From then on, our eyes were furiously scanning for signs of wildlife.

Many turtles on a log, as seen from the K&P Trail south of Verona
Many turtles on a log, as seen from the K&P Trail south of Verona

While we didn’t see any other beavers, we did see lots of gnawed trees….and a lot of turtles.  We saw massive lines of turtles sunning themselves on fallen trees.  Once, we even saw an unusual turtle-snake interaction…eventually,  the snake gave up and left the turtle alone.   Although they never got too close, birds of prey were also circling above us with rather unnerving frequency.

Mysterious Christmas tree, north of Hartington
Mysterious Christmas tree, north of Hartington

There was the occasional sign of human  interaction here:  for reasons unknown, somebody decided to put Christmas ornaments on a tree beside the trial.  We almost walked right past the tree without noticing.  Since then, however, we have been speculating about why this happened.  If anybody knows the story (the tree was no more than 30 minutes’ walk north of Hartington), let me know.

Close-up of a pair of turtles
Close-up of a pair of turtles

Our second segment took us from just south of Bellrock Road to just north of the village of Verona.  It was quite hot and we didn’t feel like pushing ourselves too much.  As part of the trail is actually on one of the streets of Verona, it also didn’t have quite the same ruggedness as the previous segment.

Rock cut north of Hartington
Rock cut north of Hartington

However, one of the advantages of traveling through a village is that you can take refuge from the hot weather.  After finishing our walk, we stopped in at a local trail-side restaurant called “Martha’s Place” (which we used to know as the “Bravo Restaurant”).  Pulled pork appeared in several different forms on the menu, so I figured that it must be a specialty.  I enjoyed the pulled pork sandwich very much, even though it was one of the messiest things I have ever eaten.  There was sauce everywhere:  I nearly got some in my eyes.

View of Hardwood Creek from the K&P Trail, just south of Verona
View of Hardwood Creek from the K&P Trail, just south of Verona

While Verona is nowhere near the size of the “real” Verona (which is coming up soon in one of my Travel Flashbacks!) in Italy, it is also the last major settlement on the currently developed portion of the K&P Trail.  Everything from this point forward will be much more remote.

Stay tuned for more Travel Flashbacks, local travel stories, and our exciting international trip in July!  We’re really going off the beaten path for this one…I’ll have some hints for you as the trip gets closer.