Roosevelt Park, Campobello
Enchanted home of a great president, a bi-national park, beautiful bays, swamps and predatory plants. A foggy farewell to a magical island.
Enchanted home of a great president, a bi-national park, beautiful bays, swamps and predatory plants. A foggy farewell to a magical island.
The Western Gros Morne Coast is rich with living traditions, fishermen folklore, rugged shores and stunning geology. Sally’s Cove is a still-operational, if forlorn, fishermen village. Broom Point has a nostalgic fishery museum. At Green Point geologists find their heaven on earth.
Climbing Mount Franey. Dragging behing all the younger folk, but nonetheless getting there. Exhilirating views. Worth every minute.
The nights at Jigger Johnson Campground, White Mountains, deserve their own post. Past Labor Day, the campgrounds emptied out and I was facing the nights in almost total solitude with the cold, the howls and the silence. The no-electricity campground is run very professionally and in good spirit.
Last sortie into the White Mountains at the magical Lost River Gorge and Caves easy access reserve. Roots make impossible overground journeys to provide trees with grounding and nutrients, water cascades down tunnels to erupt in beautiful waterfalls, boulders conceal caves, crevasses.
Fisk Quarry Preserve, La Motte VT. An extraordinary chain of events led me from a quarry turned nature preserve, featuring the oldest fossilized reef, to the house of the people who fought to ascertain this is protected and safeguarded for future generations. Also an art barn and a pizza dinner in a home atmosphere.
New York State welcomed me with colorful fruit stands and pristine glacial lakes, The Keene furniture stores featured a rich and authentic mountain culture, clearly not for vegetarians, though. Far from the lights of the Big Apple, my new campsite at Drape’s Acres was a picth dark, desolate post-season affair.
Parc National du Bic, Quebec. Having a utopia in a Huttopia, a specially-designed tent, meeting animals, enjoying the beauty of Chemin du Norde, seeing the archeological site and walking the Chemin Le Contrabandier, but also, when moving back to my own tent – living through the coldest night of my life…
Such a rich and beautiful park. This time Pic Champlain and Les Anses trails.. Birds, seals, fantastic geology. Quiet, beautiful bays. After spending a second night in the cold, I had a shower crisis in the morning, which turned out an opportunity to meet a new friend.
Route 132, Gaspe Peninsula. On way to Forillon villages with churches. Holy Marys, windmills, castles, seabirds and trees in colors. Most spectacular were the famous cliffs appearing mid-drive. I ended the day as sola guest in an out-of-season B&B, enjoying the comforts, hearing interesting life stories from owner .
Forillon National Park, QC, is well worth it, Carriage roads and desolate forest paths lead from the “Bay of Seals” to “Land’s End”, with whales watching and gannets diving. Also rich wild life, and historical fishing sites. Forillon’s Auberge (hostel) offers socializing oppportunities and excellent services.
A wolf spider in one’s room can be a challenging experience, but between my Hindu landlady and Tushita Buddhist Center I got a mini enlightenment on how to tackle it.
Irreversisble ecological damage in the northern isles? How do the British and Scottish islands, Iceland and Ireland stand? Defining reversible. Sheep obsession, “sheepwrecked” treeless landscapes, green wastelands, soil degradation. Findhorn eco-agriculture as a possible model for redemption?
Is Australia sustainable? 250 years of bad agricultural practices informed by colonial thinking brought country to the verge of collapse. Land degradation, species extinctions, salinization. Aboriginal influence and genocide is discussed, as well as new schools of thought and action striving to correct and heal.
India’s garbage problem is vast. Animals clean but also trash. Environmental education is a drop in bucket. Infrastructure is lacking since most people don’t pay tax. Cleaning is highly gendered.
Enchanted home of a great president, a bi-national park, beautiful bays, swamps and predatory plants. A foggy farewell to a magical island.
The Western Gros Morne Coast is rich with living traditions, fishermen folklore, rugged shores and stunning geology. Sally’s Cove is a still-operational, if forlorn, fishermen village. Broom Point has a nostalgic fishery museum. At Green Point geologists find their heaven on earth.
Climbing Mount Franey. Dragging behing all the younger folk, but nonetheless getting there. Exhilirating views. Worth every minute.
The nights at Jigger Johnson Campground, White Mountains, deserve their own post. Past Labor Day, the campgrounds emptied out and I was facing the nights in almost total solitude with the cold, the howls and the silence. The no-electricity campground is run very professionally and in good spirit.
Last sortie into the White Mountains at the magical Lost River Gorge and Caves easy access reserve. Roots make impossible overground journeys to provide trees with grounding and nutrients, water cascades down tunnels to erupt in beautiful waterfalls, boulders conceal caves, crevasses.
Fisk Quarry Preserve, La Motte VT. An extraordinary chain of events led me from a quarry turned nature preserve, featuring the oldest fossilized reef, to the house of the people who fought to ascertain this is protected and safeguarded for future generations. Also an art barn and a pizza dinner in a home atmosphere.
New York State welcomed me with colorful fruit stands and pristine glacial lakes, The Keene furniture stores featured a rich and authentic mountain culture, clearly not for vegetarians, though. Far from the lights of the Big Apple, my new campsite at Drape’s Acres was a picth dark, desolate post-season affair.
Parc National du Bic, Quebec. Having a utopia in a Huttopia, a specially-designed tent, meeting animals, enjoying the beauty of Chemin du Norde, seeing the archeological site and walking the Chemin Le Contrabandier, but also, when moving back to my own tent – living through the coldest night of my life…
Such a rich and beautiful park. This time Pic Champlain and Les Anses trails.. Birds, seals, fantastic geology. Quiet, beautiful bays. After spending a second night in the cold, I had a shower crisis in the morning, which turned out an opportunity to meet a new friend.
Route 132, Gaspe Peninsula. On way to Forillon villages with churches. Holy Marys, windmills, castles, seabirds and trees in colors. Most spectacular were the famous cliffs appearing mid-drive. I ended the day as sola guest in an out-of-season B&B, enjoying the comforts, hearing interesting life stories from owner .
Forillon National Park, QC, is well worth it, Carriage roads and desolate forest paths lead from the “Bay of Seals” to “Land’s End”, with whales watching and gannets diving. Also rich wild life, and historical fishing sites. Forillon’s Auberge (hostel) offers socializing oppportunities and excellent services.
A wolf spider in one’s room can be a challenging experience, but between my Hindu landlady and Tushita Buddhist Center I got a mini enlightenment on how to tackle it.
Irreversisble ecological damage in the northern isles? How do the British and Scottish islands, Iceland and Ireland stand? Defining reversible. Sheep obsession, “sheepwrecked” treeless landscapes, green wastelands, soil degradation. Findhorn eco-agriculture as a possible model for redemption?
Is Australia sustainable? 250 years of bad agricultural practices informed by colonial thinking brought country to the verge of collapse. Land degradation, species extinctions, salinization. Aboriginal influence and genocide is discussed, as well as new schools of thought and action striving to correct and heal.
India’s garbage problem is vast. Animals clean but also trash. Environmental education is a drop in bucket. Infrastructure is lacking since most people don’t pay tax. Cleaning is highly gendered.