Escape Artists
“When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.” Eric would prefer you make lemon meringue pie, or perhaps a lemon cake, but lemonade is alright, and it rolls off the tongue, which is important for old sayings. Margie, the tourism Queen
“We can never know about the days to come. But we think about them anyway.” The anticipation of leaving is a reminder that the end of the journey is near. When the ferry is finally ferrying, we’ll board the slow
When Riz Ahmed loses his hearing in the movie The Sound of Metal, he drives his RV to a camp for the newly deaf; a place to learn how to live with silence. In one scene, the counselor sits him
See The Rock. From the southwestern Port aux Basque where the Marine Atlantic ferry deposits modern explorers, to the northwestern tip of the ancient Viking landfall. Visit the New World Isle of Twillingate with the commanding views of North Atlantic.
Gros Morne has an emotional weight reminiscent of the Olympic Peninsula in Washington State. The Morne would be an excellent setting for Twilight: NL, the east coast sequel to the Forks, WA blockbuster series. In the middle of the night,
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