I was able to capture this video last night, at Pinhey’s Point:
This was also the weekend of the butter tart festival in Stittsville. The one on the right was a delicious Biscoff Caramel butter tart by Ritual on Main:
More than any other place in Canada, I could see myself living in Whitehorse. That said, it was colder than I expected – some days starting in the single digits despite having travelled in August.
Took a day trip to Montreal last weekend. Despite going to this city every year or so for events or people, it had been a generation since I had acted the tourist.
It helped that I got to hang out with a pal and go for a 20km walk. I also finally tried both classic Montreal bagel spots: St-Viateur and Fairmont.
One thing that stood out on this trip is how the downtown appears to have started to build big again. The construction of high rises in the city seemed to stagnate after 1970, coinciding with the exile of businesses to Toronto.
While the arts thrived, it seemed dependent on assets from long-gone wealth. I’m glad things are changing.
This past week, I flew to Whitehorse, rented a car, and began a five-day Yukon road trip. This was in lieu of the NYC trip I cancelled.
This was one of my favourite adventures.
Whitehorse
I arrived in Whitehorse on Sunday evening, flying in from Ottawa via Vancouver. As I flew over Kitwanga, I was now the furthest north I’d ever been in Canada.
As I disembarked my vehicle at the hotel, I shouted “hey Fae!” – it was my neighbour and pal from Ottawa walking along the sidewalk. They happened to be in the city at the same time for work, and we had scheduled dinner together. She was leaving the next day.
After dinner I stayed up late, so that I could see the midnight sun. I’d never been in a place without a night before.