With each passing day dear brother I miss you more and more. June 19, 1988. Has it really been 22 years since I lost you to the wings of the hereafter, the wings of flight? You would have made an amazing skydiver … and each jump I make, you’re right there in spirit, freeflying circles…
Elora is spectacular. Our current home away from home, where the village is perched on the edge of a dramatic gorge. Elora Gorge is a conservation area where the Grande and Irvine Rivers nestle the rugged terrain and rolling hills, making this area a magical and picturesque dream hideaway. The perfect spot for us to decompress…
Chatting with family in Newfoundland over the airwaves (Skype video rocks!), visiting a ‘Head shop‘ (to gawk in awe, rather than to partake ;)), and celebrating Douglas Spotted Eagle’s 24 hour and 1000 jump achievements with a yummy traditional Thai meal, priceless!
The luxurious life of travelling on the road like nomads following our bliss has been exceptionally exciting. Today would be no different, with waking to the sounds of the whistling wind tunnel vibrations as the sun was rising out of bed. This was our cue, parked in our Airstream at the edge of the landing…
We had every intention to spend but a few days in Bloomingdale on their Farm with our friends Brian, Jennifer and Roger. Yet having come across a magical place to park our Airstream in the woods with nature surrounding us, flowers fully in bloom, I was finding it difficult to find the momentum to carry…
