After months on the road, The Crooked Brothers threw a homecoming party at the West End Cultural Centre a couple Fridays ago. Oh, and they also were celebrating the release of their new album: “Thank You I’m Sorry.” Take it from me, you should check it out: it’s streaming here.
About a month ago, I was contacted by Travel Manitoba to be part of a book they were putting together to highlight truly Manitoba moments. My contribution: Folk Fest memories!
Last week, I was pleasantly surprised to find a copy in my mailbox – the final product looks great and I’m happy to see so many friends’ work featured as well! Flipping through it on this dreary December day, I am reminded of all the warm moments that this province has to offer. Though I will continue to venture outside its borders, I will always come back to this special place. As a dear friend of mine often says, “Winnipeg is a great place to come back to.” Going abroad makes you appreciate it even more.
(continued from Part 5: Coast)
Covering so many miles, seeing so many new things, constantly exploring places you didn’t know existed…a road trip is certainly an adventure. Like all good adventures though, the rewards come with an exhaustion that slowly builds up. There is a sort of comfort in the familiar; a quiet sense of permission that it’s ok to relax – that you don’t need to constantly be active. Coming full circle and now retracing our tire marks on the pavement, Waterton was familiar territory where we could spend a couple days relaxing before making the final push home to Winnipeg.
(continued from Part 4: Land of the Giants)
Winnipeg, the starting point for this whole journey, is located at almost the exact center of North America – pretty much as far from any ocean as you can get. At this point in the trip, to roll over yet another hill and see the endless blue horizon stretch out across the sky was quite the milestone. Crossing California’s dry interior, we reached the refreshing sea air just a bit north of Los Angeles. Here, at a crossroads that marked our furthest point from home over the entire trip, we hooked up with the scenic highway #1 that snakes north along the coast.
(continued from Part 3: Desert)
There is a place where you can wander a forest full of giant trees. Isolated in a spot of high elevation between two deserts, these trees are left alone to grow, and grow, and grow. Taller than 26 storey buildings, wider than some roads, and with 2500+ years of life experience under their bark…these trees are humbling. Every once in a while I stumble upon a place that is so surreal it feels as if I am dreaming, and the giant sequoia belt just east of Death Valley, California, is one of those places.
Had someone tried to explain this place to me before I experienced it myself, I would have had a hard time believing them. It is difficult to put it into words, or even photos as I found out. You really need an element of the ordinary within the frame to try and give a photo the perspective that it needs to portray the feeling of the place. Here is an attempt, however I must add that I think everyone should try and find their way to the paths of Giant Sequoia National Park at some point in their life. There’s nothing quite like hugging one of the largest trees in the world.