It was a warm summer afternoon, a good opportunity to walk along the shoreline of Lake Winnipeg. Just up the eroded slope, Gail and Styxx (our greyhound) lounged in the yurt we had rented for a few days at Camp Morton Provincial Park. Down here, the lake was calm, gently lapping on the smooth stones... Continue Reading →
Welcome to a year in the life of our greyhound/lurcher Styxx, compressed into twelve daily posts leading up to Christmas. Styxx returns to Gimli Beach for his pickerel lunch.
Welcome to a year in the life of our greyhound/lurcher Styxx, compressed into twelve daily posts leading up to Christmas. Nose-to-nose with Gail on Gimli Beach.
Tarifa A day-long beach walk On the Atlantic coast On fine white sand Across ocean-carved stone coves With a hard wind at our backs Pushing us To Bolonia To the Roman city, Baelo Claudio To the end of our Andalusian trek To our next long walk 29/05/19 20.8km/56m ascent/55m descent
El Pelayo Down a stream Down a country trail To the Mediterranean (once again, after 19 days walking) Weaving along the coastline Dipping down to beach coves Climbing (slightly) to headlands Passing gun emplacements from past wars Following old drovers' paths To Tarif Where Atlantic meets Mediterranean Where Romans, Moors, Christians fought Where fishers, wind... Continue Reading →
A day of small beginnings on our 435 kilometer trek from Playa Maro on Spain's Costa del Sol coast, following the Penibetic range of mountains westward to the coastal community of Bolonia, edging on the Atlantic Ocean. Today's start on that journey is a modest one. The morning is spent on a bus, transporting Gail... Continue Reading →