Late Flights, Old Friendships & Exploring Vancouver Island’s Strathcona Provincial Park
Sometimes the bumpy journey to one’s destination just doesn’t seem worth it. In my case, an 8-hour delay at the Toronto airport flying to Comox on…
Sometimes the bumpy journey to one’s destination just doesn’t seem worth it. In my case, an 8-hour delay at the Toronto airport flying to Comox on…
POST AND PHOTOGRAPHS BY ROBERT BRODEY It’s spring 2024, and though the pandemic is largely over and most of us have “gotten on with our lives,”…
ARTICLE AND PHOTOGRAPHS BY ROBERT BRODEY I begin with a confession. The Spanish island of Mallorca (Majorca) in the western Mediterranean has never been on my…
After nearly two and a half years grounded from travel by the pandemic, Robert Brodey boards a plane to an outdoor paradise on Canada’s west coast…
It was dark when we schlepped into a quaint seaside town on the southern coast of the Italian island of Elba. Saddled with our backpacks, we…
2020 is shaping up to be the year of the perfect storm. As a global community, we are facing political and social upheaval, an environmental crisis…
It has been a year and a half since I took the two-hour bus ride from the oppressive heat of the Venice airport up to cool…
It has been almost 6 months since my trip with Outpost Magazine to Switzerland. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about the staggering…
I was 19 and fresh out of high school when I got a job doing menial work with the sole purpose of saving up to travel…
What’s 20 years? Longer than the life of an old dog, a good lifespan for a cat, and basically takes a cute little dribbling baby all the…
It has been a busy few months, juggling projects, including big edits on my book project, Josef’s Lair, working the bread-and-butter job, cross-country training, and, of…
I truly thought after completing my first ultramarathon this past September that a switch would turn off, and I would never have the urge to train…
It’s one of the great challenges to pursue our dreams but also take personal responsibility for the choices we’ve made in life. It can be a…
I can hear the low warm chime of cow bells before I see them. Then, as I round the corner in view of a gushing river, the…
I consider myself a late bloomer. I seem to take my own time arriving at where I need to be – whether it was learning to…