The Signal Hill trail is probably my favourite place in St. John’s. Just a few minutes from home, I can hike around tall cliffs and face the Atlantic Ocean in search of bergs and boats and whales.

Despite the solitariness, the beginning of the trail begins on somebody’s front deck in the Battery, and if you turn around, the city just spreads out around the harbour. It’s quiet.

On our last hike, we found this shed collapsed due to a storm. How do these things stand up in the first place?

along the trail

That wanderlust has been creeping around for weeks now. It’s all I think about. I know I have NYC coming up next month, but there is always that need for more, more, more. My roommate showed me videos of Peru tonight for his upcoming trip, and all I could do was put my head in my hands and think, I’m a travel writer who doesn’t travel. And despite the slow-growing success, the support networks, the learning process, the millions and millions of e-books screaming, TRAVEL NOW! QUIT YOUR DAY JOB! or START YOUR OWN SMALL BUSINESS AND EARN TWICE THE SALARY IMMEDIATELY! It doesn’t change the fact that I have so much debt, and no room in my schedule to work on such businesses. And damn, I’m more fortunate than most to even have a job at all, but some days it doesn’t feel like I’m getting anywhere with paying everything off.

In other news, when I quit being a wiener, I’m entering these contests:

Hostelworld Price Comparison competition by HostelBookers – Sweet prizes, cool swag, potential to win cash!

Hide a Case - The Canadian Club Whiskey contest which would actually change my life if I won. Check it out, it’s s pretty intense.