Film fundraiser December 16th in Vancouver
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About Dianne Whelan
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PEI, Chef Michael and the picnic
(video below) One of Dee's greatest challenges on the trail is eating healthy food. Too many empty calories. So when Michael Smith offered some healthy eating tips and a picnic lunch on PEI's beautiful Trans Canada Trail, we jumped on it. After paddling the Bras d'Or Lake she needed to reconnect with her mountain bike
first contact
For those sweet souls who have donated and are now following my gps (http://500daysinthewild.com.nmsrv.com/spot-map/ ) you probably noticed that when I arrived in Stewiacke Nova Scotia last week I suddenly jumped to Halifax and then worked my way back to Stewiacke. The reason I did this was because of the Shubenacadie River. The proposed Trans Canada trail in Nova
Danger and the Gun slinging angels. day 104.
Sometimes danger is obvious. Like the day the winds sucked me out to open water on the Bras D'or lake. As soon as I lost control of the canoe I could taste the fear. Sometimes danger is not as obvious. Two days ago I woke up in my tent to wind and rain. It was
The Dot that is Dee – Day 70 & 93
posted by Ann Verrall co-producer (video at bottom of post) It has been a couple of weeks since Dianne completed canoeing the Bras d’Or Lake in Cape Breton. A sigh of relief rippled from coast to coast. Since joining the 500 Days in the Wild project, much of my life feels like I am looking
Canoeing Pitu’pok
by Ann Verrall co-producer On September 2, 2015 Dianne began her first Trans Canada Trail water way in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia – canoeing what the Mi’kmaq call Pitu’pok (salt water) also known as Bras d’Or Lake, an inland sea. We picked up the canoe in Glace Bay which was generously loaned to Dianne by
Day 70. ( Sept. 16th) Ruby Red and the Water Dragon
Today is the first day where I came close to the edge of danger. I lost control of the canoe, I had to surrender to where the waves wanted me to go. I was alone being pushed and pulled by large swells of water, the fear moving from my belly to my throat like a
Cape Breton, Nova Scotia. The Bras d’Or Lake, the gifted paddle, the Grand Narrows Hotel and Alexander Graham Bell
After finishing the trail in Port Aux Basque Newfoundland, and having too many with my new friends at the Port pub I took the ferry to North Sydney Nova Scotia to begin the trail there. At this point the trail in Nova Scotia is only 38% complete so my first task was to map out
The Big Drum, Jimmy Carter and a yellow school bus of Ministers
A week before I finished the trail in Newfoundland I was invited to the Bay St. George Cultural Circle in St. George by NAWN, the Newfoundland Aboriginal Women's Network. The building used to be a United Church but these women bought it from them, removed all the pews and the altar from the front and
The story of the tent and the saint of St Fintan
There is nothing more vulnerable then being in the wilderness and losing your tent. There is nothing quite as humbling as doing it twice. After 52 days I am now on my fifth tent. Here is the story of the first three I cried the day two weeks after receiving my third tent the morning