|View of the Saint John River from the top of the hill on the farm at home in New Brunswick|
Eventually I returned to the city and started my adult life all over again with renewed vigor and purpose. It was then, as a newbie English and Science supply teacher (that's what we call a substitute teacher in Canada) I met my future husband. I was a reformed party girl, bookworm, fledgling runner, lover of shopping (when I could afford it ... supply teachers didn't make much money) and full of enthusiasm and idealism for my new profession. He was an experienced Phys. Ed. teacher, hockey player, fisherman, canoeist, skier and political pragmatist. How did we ever get together?
But we did. And that began a 30 year adventure for us both. My friends couldn't believe that I was going wilderness camping (what no blow dryer?!) Colleagues scoffed when I said that we had back country hiked in the Yukon (Weren't you afraid that your mascara might run?) In the past 30 years, I have learned to ski (both cross country and down-hill), canoe, and golf (although I suck at this!)
|Cross country skiing in the eighties.|
He's patiently toured the Bronte Parsonage Museum in Yorkshire, the home of Katherine Mansfield in Wellington, New Zealand, and Robert Service's cabin in Dawson City, Yukon.
He's cooled his heels at the aquarium in Melbourne while I sampled the shopping delights of the city or had my hair done. We love to travel together, even though he's a get up and get moving morning person and I'm a dreamer and a dawdler. You see where I'm going with this, right? We don't seem like a natural fit...but somehow we are.
This year marks thirty years since I decided to change my life completely and thirty years since my hockey player and I got together. I have recently retired from teaching. And so we begin a new phase of our lives.
This blog will be about what we do with our new phase. It will also be about how fashion and fishing can fit into the same life quite nicely. I mean I don't really plan to wear high heels in the wilderness. But I will admit to planning my next pedicure while I'm paddling down a river in Algonquin Park.