Lost In Newfoundland

When your father is a murderous wanna-be king, banished from the throne, living his life on the run, trying to take back what was once his, what are you supposed to do? Join his rebellion? Wander around grumbling and pillaging,

Yvonne and Captain Keith were married for 28 years. Yvonne rented out three small cabins during the summer months on the quiet side of St. Anthony. Keith disappeared for months at a time on commercial fishing boats hauling in shrimp

It was a wet, insect infested, sleepless Monday night in Pistolet Bay.  The provincial park sits at the tip of the Great Northern Peninsula, famous for L’Anse aux Meadows, the first known Viking Settlement in North America and the town

In 1991 when the Atlantic cod population was commercially fished to near extinction, Noof n’Lnd took the brunt of the collapse. The clusters of Caribbean colored cabins that dotted the rugged coast were abandoned as inhabitants fled to jobs in

Cape St. George is no place for a truck that won’t start. Eric pondered the why without anything obvious coming to mind beyond a bunch of unhelpful coulda woulda shouldas. While there is no sense in looking backwards, it’s so

Eric put Boss in Park behind a long queue of vehicles bound for the Rock. Marine Atlantic’s MV Blue Putees is an enormous ten deck ferry making an eight hour Cabot Strait crossing from the eastern tip of Nova Scotia

It’s a hump and a half to set up camp. A quarter ton of bedroom, living room, kitchen and bath come out of the truck to be assembled on site; staked for wind and shielded for rain. It’s a double

Eric returned from morning pickleball with the boys. He dumped three sweat soaked T-shirts in the washer as he limped in through the garage. Three shirts was a sure sign that the heat and humidity had returned. His heartbeat was