I finally dug my bike out of the shed, pumped up the tires, adjusted the brakes, and went on a tour of my new little town. Actually, I went well outside the town limits and explored the area for a bit over an hour.
The apple blossoms are out (Apple Blossom Festival starts this week!), I met a cow, and everything was just too lovely for words.
In the past month or so, Scotty and I have both been getting out and being more active. In fact, Scotty went nearly every weekend either hiking or climbing around Beijing both in the great outdoors and at indoor climbing walls. For me, these trips were a much-needed breath of fresh air and a great way to see more of the province of Beijing.
I’ve spent a lot of time focusing on the positives and the exciting highlights of my time in China and our travels in Asia, but I want to take a moment to recognize that it hasn’t been all sunshine and roses.
Yesterday, Scotty and I signed up for a day-long Hike & Bike in Doi-Pui National Park. It was a gorgeous day, and we set out with high hopes of seeing beautiful scenery and getting in some exercise while we were at it. (First and last photos are compliments of Scotty) Continue reading →
In our new city, new country, working at new jobs and meeting new people, Scotty and I often find we are overwhelmed by long work hours and the struggle to fit more than 24 hours worth of things into a day. On top of that, the Beijing pollution this Sunday was nearly at AQI 400 (“Hazardous”), and all physical activity outdoors was strongly discouraged by the US Embassy’s air quality website. For context, today Toronto’s air quality reads in at AQI 14.
So this past weekend, we ran away to the mountains.
On our way from Halifax to China, we decided to stop over in Calgary for a few hours to see my brother Andrew, followed by about a week in Vancouver on the other coast. Here are a few photos from our last week in Canada.
When I was a child, one of my friends had this enormous plush dog, and we would put its fur right up to our faces, peering through the tangles of its shaggy coat, and make up elaborate stories about our travels through this white jungle.
Sitting on Citadel Hill recently, I was reminded of that as I squinted up through the green, green, blades of grass and marveled at the miniature world I found there.