Canada has the largest surface of freshwater of any country in the world, with an estimated 32,000 lakes larger than three square kilometres and an unknown number of rivers.
The choices of waterways for the novice, intermediate or expert canoeist are numerous. With some help from Paddle Canada and other experts, here are 10 that deserve notable mention as we prepare to get outdoors and enjoy paddling around the nation this summer.
Alberta is known worldwide for a number of attractions including the Great Canadian Rockies, Lake Louise, Drumheller and the West Edmonton Mall. In addition to these magnificent sights, discerning visitors can find a number of other more unusual places to include on their itineraries.
It’s occurred to me that sometimes the best part about visiting a place is the end of the trip; squabbling over the last piece of pecan pie, guzzling fresh coffee, looking over trip photos, returning borrowed sunglasses and the best goodbye hugs ever.
EDMONTON — O’Byrne’s Irish Pub has a location most innkeepers can only dream of; just minutes from the University of Alberta and smack dab in the middle of Edmonton’s trendiest street, Whyte Avenue. Read more here.
Everyone experiences stages in life where is seems like the odds are against them; and I am certainly no different. The last few months I’ve been feeling like the lead character in movie that is a mix between Bridget Jones, Jerry Maguire and the Pursuit of Happiness.
Admittedly random absurdities happen to me on a regular basis, for example just last weekend I managed to slice my finger with a knife within minutes of arriving at a temp job (there was a lot of blood), forgot the three main ingredients for the chili dish I attempted to make for a friend and then unknowingly added salt, rather than sugar to the custard I made for a potluck supper. Add these to other recent unwanted and unwelcome experiences, I found myself frequently praying for the end of 2011 to arrive quickly.
So it was with some relief when New Years Day arrived, bringing with it a nagging hangover, a shift in mind-set and a growing sense of liberation.
The photographs from the New Years Eve weekend added to the mood. Despite all that life throws at me, I have a community of caring, fun and supportive friends and family that believe in me.
It’s a brand new year, a significant time according to the Mayan calendar and I sense a year of great things ahead. Yet I cannot underestimate the value of the last few months. I have grown immeasurably and have discovered that most people are only too happy to help, if I let them. And perhaps best of all, I have plenty of new material for that future novel.
A friend of mine recently gave me Guatemalan Worry Dolls as a gift; three tiny hand-made figures that came in a brightly woven bag.
The traditional is to tell a worry to each of these dolls and then put them under your pillow as you sleep. The dolls are supposed to disappear the next morning, taking the worry away with it.
Being a fairly open-minded individual, I dutifully spoke to each doll on Monday evening, recounted a worry (yes, I had three) and then put them under my pillow.
Tuesday dawned without any additional surprises, the dolls were still there and so were my worries.
My friend gleefully suggested I needed to name each doll to help them work. So, feeling rather silly, I christened each figure with a suitably Guatemalan name (so I thought) spoke to them personally, stressed the nature of each worry and requested that they deal with it.
Wednesday arrived and so too did a phone call that addressed one of my concerns. ‘Lolita’ (one of the dolls) had got to work to help reduce one particular worry, well done Lolita!
Last night, I enthusiastically spoke to each doll again and I am eagerly awaiting positive news. I have yet to determine if the Worry Dolls actually work, apparently it takes six days of worry-removal to restore balance. Although it has to be said that each evening I experienced a light heartedness before going to sleep; why continue to worry if someone (or something) is doing it for me? Aha! Perhaps then, that is the true magic of the dolls.