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Of Note: The Rest of Canada

Posted in Of Note on Etsy, on Canada by Allie on April 28, 2010

Before you get mad, this feels like cheating to me too. I was planning on doing Prince Edward Island next, then Newfoundland, then a joint Territory thing, and then a Canada Round Up for some great things I missed. So I wrote up my cute little PEI story, and then I searched for stuff to share with you. To my surprise, there is very little of note from The Island. I couldn’t even find some kitschy and/or hipster cool Anne of Green Gables stuff to pad the entry. So I decided to pad it with Newfoundland. And, to my surprise—not much there either. Now I already knew there’s nothing from the Northwest Territories because I looked into that somewhere around Manitoba. And from the Yukon I added only one seller to my favourites. With all that, I still wasn’t up to my usual 9 features. So I figured I’d just do the round up now. Lo and behold, I had exactly 18 items. So I guess it was meant to be. And you still get the PEI story!

When I was visiting my friend (the friend whose family moved to Nova Scotia) we tagged along on his Dad’s business trip to PEI. PEI’s tiny; I knew that. I’ve always known that because when you had to colour in your map with a different colour for each province, you had to really think about how to make PEI stand out. Remember how I said his parents let us do things that I’m sure my parents wouldn’t, probably because the area was just safer? We found out first hand just how small PEI is when his dad left us somewhere in the middle of the island (with a map) and told us to find something to do. He’d pick us up “later”. (Note: this was before cell phones.) I remember we were pretty angry at first, and then as we started walking to our destination we realized the scale on the map was not like what we were used to and his father had to have known that; we made it to Ripley’s Believe it Or Not (and some other destinations I can’t remember) quite easily. Approximately 140 miles long and 4 to 40 miles wide, now I immediately think how awesome it would be to run on The Island. It almost seems like a distance that one could actually conquer.

Without further ado: THE REST (and a bit of ALL) OF CANADA.

1. Needle Felted Pet Greeting Cards from Kay’s K9s Paper Boutique, PEI

2. Raven Wood Engraving from The Odd Gallery, Dawson City, YT.

3. Goddess Pixie Pleated Purse from Crysto, Newfoundland.

4. 2 in 1 necklace from Mabel & Jules, Montreal, QC

5. Ray the Mountie from Into the Sleeping Forest, NS

6. Milk & Honey Handspun from Island Sweet Fibre Arts, Newfoundland.

7. On the Street Where you Live Lino Cut Print from Folky Dolky, Newfoundland.

8. Harmonica Necklace from JeSophi, Montreal, QC

9. Modern Wall Clock from Retro Reality, Newfoundland (and Toronto).

1. I’d rather be smooching my crafty wife button from Button Empire, AB

2. Linen Pouch with Magenta Ovals from Laura Bucci, Vancouver, BC

3. High Tea Bobby Pin Set from Paper Cakes, PEI

4. 1898 Map of Manitoba, British Columbia and the NORTHWEST TERRITORIES from BananaStrudel, Toronto

5. Male Deer No. 4 from Peter + Tom, Winnipeg, MB {In love  with this one.}

6. Gold and Yellow Banana Seat Bike Print from Hillarie Tasche, Winnipeg, MB

7. Quilty Coasters from RikRak, Ottawa, ON

8. Woodgrain Laptop Decal from beepart, London, ON

9. Liana Bracelet from Mizdragonfly, Gatineau, QC

My Yurt Needs a Bathtub

Posted in walking by Allie on January 23, 2010

I’ve never thought of myself as outdoorsy. Whenever I took those tests in Seventeen magazine or the like, I was squarely in the romantic category–prefers dinner and wine to anything that involves a nature trail or takes place on a sports field. I’m not a Birkenstock wearing, patchouli smelling person. But something my dad once said to me made me realize that to the outside world, we’re pretty “outdoorsy” and that occasionally we may even creep over into hippie. Hubby and I do our fair share of walking, we religiously walk our dog (and not around the block, but on what would more accurately be called a hike), take the streetcar instead of driving, planned a home birth, wear our baby, cloth diaper, drink soy, would like to retire on a farm, and lately, ever since I had a conversation with a co-worker about Into the Wild, I’ve been thinking about walking. I mean really walking. For a long time. Forever.

This couple has walked more than 7000 miles together.

Their last monumental trip took an entire year, during which they covered more than 4,000 miles of both urban and untouched terrain in Alaska, Washington and Canada by foot, raft and ski.

The most I’ve ever walked in a single day was 25 km through the mountains in Poland. They’re not the Alps, but they’re nothing to sneeze at. There’s something immensely appealing to me about a trip like this. Just strapping on Peanut (or rigging up some kind of trailer if he’s of the too-large-to carry-but-too-young-to-walk-for-long-periods-of-time-and-prone-to-complaining-about-his-hurting-feet age), halti-ing up the dog, packing a bag or two, some food, a tent, and just walking.

I haven’t done much reserach into this, but I hear there’s a trail in the Yukon that dates back to the Gold Rush when folks had to haul a year’s worth of supplies 50km. It’s described as a “grueling 3 to 5 day hike”. Well, okay. So maybe we won’t start with that one. You can walk the Bruce Trail for 200km from Tobermory all the way to St. Catherines. Also, though my parents used to take me camping every weekend in the summer, I’ve never been to Algonquin, and I’ve also never done any winter camping. Hubby’s family is really more what you would call cottage folk, but I took him on a camping trip and he didn’t hate it. And then there’s Alaska. It’s always been one of my dreams to take a cruise to Alaska. We tried to book that for our honeymoon, but they don’t do them in the winter. I also considered a cottage somewhere up north, but we ended up in Mexico (poor us). But yes. Alaska. Why not mix in some walking with a cruise?

I’m really rather glad we have my sister-in-law around because she’s the only person who really gets my obsession with this. She’s a midwife, portages, cross-country skis in the city, and makes her own granola. We’ve had lengthy discussions about being the first to wake up on a camping trip, feeling the crisp air, and though you’re slightly chilly, feeling really cozy making that first cup of coffee in the open air. You can sort of get that same feeling on your own deck or on an early morning walk with your Timmie’s, but it’s not the same. Something draws me to the cold, the remote, the wild.

Still, my yurt’s gonna need a bathtub.

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