Until recently, I really had no idea how much One Canadian’s Journey has inspired & encouraged so many people.
I’m always thankful and appreciative when I meet people and they let me know that I’ve inspired them. But when I’ve been receiving emails of personal stories and how my blog & photos have inspired & encouraged them, and what they are doing now, Wow! I’m truly touched and moved. I’m also very stumped because I don’t know what to say, …thank-you! Keep on living life to the fullest!
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let’s find them together!
Meanwhile, back in the Peacefulness of the Winter Wonderland, the snow glides to the ground where it blankets the forrest. These early morning walks are often filled with the curiousness of the critters as they come to see who has entered their playground.…. this is Campbell Valley Park.
It was a neat and unusual feeling to see all these critters who just stood there, hardly moving among the snowflakes. It’s like there were literally frozen in time, allowing me to pull out my camera and take a few pictures.
According to my GPS, it had shown a Marina nearby. As we pulled up, it was obvious that this was not what we had expected. See, what the GPS failed to mention was that this place was a private resort.
Speaking with the Dock Master, he had made arrangements with the higher-ups to allow us stay on the resort’s island, which was connected by a small walking bridge.
People’s curiosity was no different here than other places we had stayed. We chatted with several staff & local vacationers, shared a few stories and laughs. We had met some really nice people.
By nightfall, we headed to the island in the dark to set up our tents. There was’t a lot of room among the brush & trees and there was one very distinct smell that would haunt us throughout the night…. a rotting dead animal.
We never did find where it was coming from, but geez, it was nasty. I think the smell stayed in my nose hairs for the rest of the day…ugh, fun.
The next morning, we were more than ready to pack up and leave this island.
Eating breakfast at their outdoor restaurant, nowhere near the island, it was a treat to see and “speak” with 2 of their local residence…. The Macaw was the loudest and wouldn’t shut-up, lol.
Having just kayaked the morning, we pulled up on a beach with a restaurant. Waiting for our food to be served… all of a sudden, a gentleman collapsed to the ground from a massive heart attack. Another gentleman and I immediately jumped in and performed CPR. He didn’t survive, leaving behind his screaming and very distraught wife.
So here’s the thing…
One minute I’m paddling and enjoying life’s experiences, watching the dolphins play, stingrays flying underwater, paddling through fields of jellyfish, and seeing many new things I’ve never experienced.
Within an instance… and at the opposite end of the spectrum
… a life ended.
This unfortunate incident further proves my point. It’s important to realize that you (me) were never promised tomorrow, let alone 5 minutes from now, so while you can, please go out and enjoy the time you do have.
This was a very harsh reminder of “Why I do what I do”
& Live for today, because you were never promised tomorrow.
I knew something was wrong
when I stopped sweating…
What’s A little Dehydration and Heat Stroke to add to the adventure?
Since 7:00am, I was enjoying the moments and the excitement of exploring somewhere new. A few of the things I had seen throughout the day were the magnificent dolphins and jellyfish swimming by, the white sandy beaches, as well as seeing the very fast & loud fighter jets flying in formation.
With a smile on my face, I wasn’t really paying attention to the long hours spent paddling in 92-94 degree fahrenheit with a humidity you could bottle, while under a relentless sun. It was a learning experience that knocked me down, but not out. No matter how much water and gatorade I consumed, it still kicked my butt.…
While kayaking, I had been coming across several locations where the fish were jumping 2 – 3 feet out of the water, which was pretty cool. So, you know me… I had to get right in the middle of it!
These silver footers were jumping up and over my kayak, sometimes hitting the sides, probably knocking themselves out, and just as I was snickering to myself, “Watch as one hits me in the back of the head”, one of the little guys smacked me on the side of my face, corner of my lips. A little startled, but funny as heck. That was my first American kiss.