I’m just going to put it out there. I never was a beach person. I have nothing against beaches, nor the sand, sun and all the goodness that comes from the art of dipping your toe in that ocean but, honestly, for me a vacation was about early to rise, tackle the city, explore the…

If I had the disposable income to buy a semi-autonomous Cadillac CT6, I’d also be inclined to privately sue, for crimes against scenery, the person or persons who drew the routes for the Trans-Canada Highway. If you’ve driven this humongous country along its main artery, it can be frustrating to be so close and yet…

One of life’s most exquisite incidental pleasures is knowing people with empty apartments in other countries well enough that they invite you to stay whenever you like. I had that, once, in a place called Bregenz. Bregenz is a town of about 30,000 that occupies the tip of a tendril of Austria that reaches west…

They say it’s the journey, not the destination. Today, I take the journey to Australia. It's a clear day and, yes, I can see forever — the intense aquamarines, lush greens and deep blues that mix and mingle to afford a view nonpareil from a prop plane, all 14 seats of it, cruising at 10,000…

An unfamiliar unease dogged me one long-ago summer at a farm on the plains between Regina and Moose Jaw, Sask. I was there to work with horses, but the enormity of the sky and the vastness of the prairie—the limitlessness of it all—seemed oddly oppressive. But I watched rainstorms sweep across the faraway horizon while…

I’m standing on a precipice, watching a woman wearing a white furry hat that makes her look like a mountain goat. Yes, I said mountain goat. The woman, Nadine, is busy explaining to us in her own inimitable manner (she’ll pull out gloves that resemble the hooves of the goats next) the incredible winter survival…