It all started back on November 9th. In the heat of passion I declared fiercely that I would not be stepping a toe across the border until America had come back to it's beautiful senses. Until "normality", decency and common sense good was restored. While Trump was in power (which he has clearly misused) I would not spend a dime in the good ole U.S of A. Our yearly hiking trip to the South West or discovering a city for the first or second or third time would not happen again for at least four years.
Two years in, and the travel itch had overwhelmed me. I broke down and started researching states that would not only welcome a Canadian (um guys why aren't you yelling at the top of your lungs to protect a very fair trade deal that we have in place. One that you definitely already have the advantage over.) but allow a weekend where I could leave as much politics at home and not fear certain things, like gun violence, racism and women's rights.
I love the United States, I have met and continue to meet wonderful people, and that brings me hope.
So on to the trip. Vermont kind of crept up on me. The hiking looked great, the scenery and the relative closeness to us made it very appealing. Wood fired everything, and lot of options for Craft Beer and Cider. So when I mentioned it to a long time travel bud, plans started to happen. We packed up our husbands and dogs and hit the road.
The entire trip was wonderful, Our Cabin was literally on a mountain in the forest. The people we interacted with were wonderful (Special shout out to sweet spot owners Jess from Hender's in Waterbury and William from Rainbow Sweets in Marshfield) and the scenery was breathtaking.
I definitely plan on doing multiple follow up trips, and this time add some hiking and big mountain climbs.
Check out the up coming collaboration post, with our Top 5 things to do in Vermont in a weekend.
In the meantime here are some teasers of the trip!!
This year our little VW Rabbit was given a new home. My sister adopted him and for the remainder of her life she will be driven infrequently and be sheltered in a garage. She is in good hands. The newest addition to our little family is BIG MAN MAZDA (Not yet named, maybe leave your ideas). An SUV was just more practical for our country lifestyle and after ALOT of research, we decided to bring this beast home. Of course we needed to break it in as soon as possible so the decision was quickly made to go on a road trip before our busy season at the inn started.
All packed and ready to go, we headed for our nations capital Ottawa, a 2.5 hour drive from Prince Edward County.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. Audrey Hepburn
I have been flipping through my pictures on my phone to try and muster up the inspiration to write an inspiring, passionate, body positive piece, but I can not find it. I see acne and back rolls, and lack luster hair. I have been sitting here for an hour trying to come up with the perfect punch line, but in truth my lack of inspiration is coming from deep within on this subject, and as I work through this journey to conquer body doubt I realize this may just be the first baby step I needed.
I found out about the art of Boudoir Photography in my early 20's, it seemed to me to be the height of a women who has the utmost confidence in herself. I wanted to be that person looking into the camera lens with steamy eyes, and cheeky playfulness. I wanted to be totally uninhibited and pleased with just myself. As the years have been rolling by I continued to put off this treat for one reason or another, not enough money not enough time, I needed to lose weight, get in better shape. So many excuses. Weirdly, the time came at the point in my life where I am probably feeling the least confident in my body. Rated R for Racy and Beautiful.
~Goals that are not written down are just wishes~
If you have not heard me say it before I will be surprised. I like notes, calendars and lists. I feel more motivated when I can sit down, put pen to paper and clear up my mind. Everything has a nice order and seems easier to accomplish. Now generally that is as far as I get, I am actually really bad at putting the check marks beside the 'to do'. I have made my lists public before and they did not provide any more motivation than if I had kept it private. So please, feel free to cheer me on as I try to accomplish 40 things before I turn 40. Gosh that sounds scary enough on its own.
You can't cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water. ~ Rabindranath Tagore
Hardly as exciting as a Zoo, and sans Matt Damon, but we did it. We bought an Inn. This morning, while we were scrubbing pots and pans in the kitchen a reflection unlike any other had washed over me. A quiet nod to our accomplishment. Until this moment I had not acknowledged our successes, strangely enough this is happening as I am covered in greasy water and bits of uneaten food.
A move to a small tourist town, was the last thing I thought my husband and I would do. Prince Edward County is only two and a half hours from Toronto (not the long flight Costa Rica would have been). But might as well be millions of miles away in pace. Businesses close at 6 and restaurant kitchens close at 9, people honk there car horns to say hello not to say get outta the way. And if you pass someone on the street, you look them in the eyes and share a greeting. It's an easy life in the country. Hardships do occur but it's is a way of life, having to replace your septic system incites less drama than when a "city" friend loses their phone. Running out of water is almost a sure possibility (which means not bathing twice a day). You waste less in the country.
"Keep close to Nature's heart... and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean." John Muir
Ten miles? I can do that, right? Well I can and I did, but let me tell you, a more in shape version of myself would have be a lot more comfortable. There is an immense sense of accomplishment in making it to the finish line, whether it be a marathon, fun run or a hike. When I first set eyes on Havasu Falls and then subsequently the land surrounding I knew that this would be my next big adventure. The crystal blue waters had captured my imagination and transported me to a world that would rival Narnia or Wonderland.
Because we were going in the off-season, I was lucky enough to get someone on the reservation phone almost immediately , some fellow travelers have not been so lucky. I booked into the bare bones guest lodge and at the same time they issued us our permit. Lacking modern amenities such as a television or phone, this lodge did have access to pretty strong WIFI (which I only discovered the second night), hot water and comfy clean beds. Which really after hiking all day this is all you will require.
Starting from the Hilltop (this is where you will park) you begin a steep 1.5 mile rough descent down into the canyon. Making my way down the switchbacks, overly cautious of the narrow paths and debris, I almost wasn't able to enjoy the vast expanse of the canyon, glowing and rust coloured walls stretching almost infinitely. Once we arrived at the bottom of the canyon, we were able to set a comfortable pace, the air still being a bit chilly hugged us and the strong gusts of wind seemed to nudge us towards our destination.
Two hours later (be nice, I have short legs) we arrived. Supai is simple and to modern standards almost barren. With a town square that houses a general store, community center, cafe and post office you will find all your necessities here. A small church, a elementary school and the Guest Lodge are the other main buildings. A spider web of dirt roads connect them.
Havasu Falls was everything and more. A moving oasis of streams and waterfalls, transparent blue, surrounded by the red rock of the desert. Spring fed, the waters are consistent in temperature and even though warned that it would probably be too cold, I decided to swim in one of the magical pools.
Fidel (pronounced Feedel) a local Supai tribesman was just finishing up his lunch at the head of Mooney Falls, I had made the decision the descent would be too dangerous for myself, and we were taking some pictures of the falls from above. Fidel whom may be part mountain goat told us stories of sleeping in cliff side caves, of the flooding that almost wiped away the water falls all together and the charred remains of a once thriving forest, accidentally set ablaze during a controlled fire. He was so passionate about the surrounding area, and he genuinely seemed pleased to be sharing some of his tribes history with us.
Because we were visiting in late February , we didn't have to worry about weather very much. The temperature didn't rise enough to be uncomfortable or give us worry to make sure we had enough water, (in the summer months they recommend not heading out without at least a gallon of water) to keep us hydrated.