New Days 1 and 2

Rode Sierra's cruiser bike to work. Watched an incredibly beautiful, healthy coyote run across the Robert Campbell Bridge. Waited for the sun to set at 11pm. Still waiting at midnight for it to be properly dark out. Went to sleep anyhow. Froze to death wearing sandals in May. Learned to drive a diesel mining engine. Made hosts light a fire in the woodstove as today's high was only 7C. Visited friends. Hugged people. Slept well. Feel like I am home.

Last Days

Vancouver Skyline
Originally uploaded by Jennoit

Directly from flickr...

Went out for coffee at Granville Island last night and I loved how the sky looked downtown. Today is my last day in Vancouver. I fly back up, "home" to Whitehorse tonight. I am excited, but more nervous than I had expected. And right now my head is full of so many things. If I am offline for a bit, worry not, I will return with photos taken north of 60 soon.

Vacation All I Ever Wanted

Okay, so I didn't leave my husband and go on a vacation, but he left a job so the Go-Go's lyrics will have to do. Besides, it's a catchy tune.

We had an immensely restorative 8 days in Hawai'i. It was absolutely the best thing we could have done. Look at the view that greeted us from our bedroom every morning:
We ran (more like jogged incredibly slowly it was so bloody humid), biked, and sunbathed our way around the island and we drank more piña coladas than was probably necessary. All around fabulous.

Interesting Vacation Fact:
- Did you know that sugar cane fields are burned before the cane is harvested? It's kind of insane if you're not accustomed to this sort of thing. I was pretty happy to have learned this interesting fact at the Baldwin Sugar Museum before waking up to this one morning:

All in all it was exactly what we needed and if you want to see more photos, head on over to my flickr where I will post many more.

All Roads Lead to...Maui?

The night we packed up our house to move from Whitehorse back to Vancouver, this is what I looked like:
I know. It's brutally unflattering. I don't even know why I took a photo of myself when I was clearly so distraught. But I didn't know what else to do. I suppose drinking boxed wine from a fig jam jar probably wasn't helping the situation, but the point is that I was really, really sad to be leaving a place I loved.

Fast forward 8 months and we are moving back to the Yukon. There is a lot behind our decision and a lot of those reasons now makes me equally sad, but there is a little part of my heart that is warming up and I have little butterflies in my tum. I know that Whitehorse round 2 won't be exactly as it was before I left. And I am sure that there are things about the town that I am remembering with rose-coloured glasses (can you remember with your eyes?). But I am excited. And that's a good thing.

Oh - and first stop on our way back to north of 60? A quick trip to Maui to sooth our souls and quench our thirst for piña coladas. We leave in 8 hours. Aloha!