Followed the emerald green waters of the Yukon to my favourite basalt canyon.
I think it is important on IG to showcase not only the epic trips or clearly set up and over accessorized photos but to show the everyday activities. I mean do people really canoe with expensive blankets and lanterns?
Lately, I have been really digging the people who represent their everyday lives or at least venture to unique locations. In an effort to balance out my feed with the ordinary and extreme, this is what an average afternoon in Whitehorse looks like.
Blurry but fun.
Now that the snow has come, my northern shots most definitely won't be looking like this anymore. One last shot from last weekend's hike in Haines.
Overlooking the Coastal Mountains and the Chilkat River, which every October a late salmon run starts and thousands of eagles come to feed.
If this is going to end up my last hike for the season, thankfully it was a stunning one.
I've been to Haines on a few occasions and never seen the mountains due to bad weather.
The town is cute enough, but when the sun is shining this place is heaven on earth.
Weekends well spent, even if this sunshine was followed by a snowstorm.
Also, Happy Thanksgiving to all my Canadian folks on here.
Spot the humans.
Had an excellent few days in Halifax with @explorecanada learning about and discovering the vast amount of outdoor adventures Canada has to offer. I was so honoured to be apart of their #gomedia2017 event and get introduced to some truly talented writers, photographers and the wonderful folk behind Canada's tourism teams.
But, heading back to my natural playground, kayaks and boots in tow.
First stop Yukon, next stop Alaska!
Sunsets and wildflowers.
Not pictured: the strange funnel contraption we were using to call elk and moose in the nearby forest. If you've never heard an elk bugle, it starts with a low grumble and finishes with a high pitched squeel. Definitely not a sound you'd imagine such a beautiful creature could create.
Exploring the boardwalks in the woodlands of Manitoba's Riding Mountain National Park.
The word mountain may seem dubious considering the park is located in the middle of Canada's praries. But sure enough, rising 300m from the sprawling farmlands is a wooded island with aspens, birches, willows and spruce so dense you can't see much further than where you walk.
A complete anomaly in a land famed for open skies and vast horizons that allow you to see a hundred kilometers in any direction.
I've gotten used to the intense altitude changes of the Yukon and totally thought I was in for a dead flat ride when fat biking in Manitoba.
Not the case.
Zigged and zagged up little hills and down decent ravines over a nice mix of single and double track trails lined by towering birch and aspen trees glowing in golds.
Used the bikes to access the backcountry and find my way to calm lakes with canoes available for free public use.
Great mountain biking in #Manitoba , who knew?!
What inspires you?
Is it a location, a person, or an observation?
Had a fascinating conversation with @parks.canada Artist in Residence (Michelle Wilson) at Riding Mountain National Park about the role of conservation in our society and how it reflects our values of the moment.
Thoughts about what animals we deem most worthy of saving. At least in terms of funding for their survival. Large game? Predators? What about the undesirables and lesser knowns?
Are our methods of sustainability truly sustainable as the urban necessities continually creeps ever closer towards the rural?
As our landscapes and relationship with that landscape over time changes, what further sacrifices are we willing to make to ensure its accesibility?
The sort of stuff that has many different points of view, but a great conversation to have and definitley an inspiring one for me.
Started the night off watching a herd of 30 bison feed within a wide open plain as the sun was setting.
A few moments later we were hearing elk bugle and call each other in the near distance, their high pitched squeal breaking the silence found within the park.
A bit of a wild Friday night.
Within a sea of wheat fields, I find myself in a sanctuary of aspens and white spruce trees.
Where the elk bugles and campfires glow. Where crystal clear lakes reflect a sky filled with with a million stars and the faintest hint of aurora dances overhead.
It's a stark contrast from the place I call home, but there is so much beauty in the subtlety of this land.
With temps hovering around zero, I am pretty sure the alpine won't be having wildflowers blossoming again for quite some time.
Fall is quickly ending up north and winter is on the (very near) horizon.
Looking forward to dreaming scenes of snow covered landscapes and all the fun winter brings.
As summer comes to an end, we're looking back at some of our favourite adventures.
This unedited moment: biking a rough trail into the wilderness of BC's extreme north west corner. We had no trail map to follow, just a few murmurs on a backcountry forum letting us know this path existed.
Alone with no sign of civilization for miles and miles. Just the way I like it.
Stay tuned for some new videos hitting the blog soon.
Spent the afternoon climbing into the clouds, above the endless golden poplar trees, and overlooking Bennett Lake which rests at the end of the Chilkoot trail.
Over a hundred years ago, 100,000 prospectors entered that Valley into the Yukon looking for gold.
I'm here just looking for a good view to have lunch at.