by Jane Canapini | Sep 23, 2026 | Quebec
Getting out into the great outdoors seems to be a part of Canadians’ DNA. Yet not everyone has access to a summer home on a lake, and not everyone loves the idea of pitching a tent after a long road trip. This is why Chalets Prunella, in Outaouais, Québec, are the perfect solution. If a tiny home and a cottage had a baby, it would be one of these perfect little A-Frames, nestled in the trees on 75 acres of forest near Lac Johnson in Thorne, Québec, about an hour’s drive northwest of Ottawa. Even better than glamping, these little structures offer all of the comforts of a private cabin in the woods with boutique hotel luxuries, plus waterfront access to a beautiful lake only a short walk away. Better still, nature is right outside your door and slowing down isn’t just encouraged here, it’s practically mandatory.
by Jane Canapini | Aug 28, 2026 | British Columbia
I’m no skier. My idea of ‘fresh powder’ is the icing sugar that comes on a dozen mini-donuts. So for many years, despite the fact that I absolutely love the mountains, Whistler, British Columbia seemed like a destination that really didn’t make sense for me to visit. However, this April I had the chance to spend a few days in Whistler during its spring ‘shoulder season’, and realized this just may be the ideal place for an uncrowded, cultural and luxurious grownup getaway.
by Jane Canapini | Jul 28, 2026 | Saskatchewan
We were punching the core of a line of intense thunderstorms, barrelling along a dirt road at breakneck speed with what felt like marbles under the wheels. The phone rings from a fellow storm chaser following a few kilometres behind us: ‘I’ve blown a tire and it looks pretty bad”.
I could see the hesitation cross our driver Scott’s face, given what he had just been through. “Punching the core” is storm-chaser lingo for doing what they try to never do: drive right through the centre of a massive storm cell. But Scott’s hesitation lasted for only a moment, because no one is going to leave someone in a bind under the kind of storm we had just battled through. So we turned around and headed back into the thick of it.
by Jane Canapini | Jun 25, 2026 | British Columbia
A mangled, graffiti-covered boxcar perches precariously close to the lip of a forest ravine where 30 feet below, the icy waters of the Cheakamus River rage through the gorge. Another wrecked train car lies on its side farther up the trail, an entire panel from its roof peeled back as if it has been pried open by a giant can opener. Farther up the slope, more cars lie between towering cedars and firs, none of which seem to have been damaged by the metal carnage lying adjacent to them. The site begs the question, where did the train cars come from, and how did they end up here, with train tracks nowhere in sight? The answer may not be as mysterious or enigmatic as the train wrecks themselves, but the history and the juxtaposition of street art, metal and beautiful rainforest make this Train Wreck Hike the coolest hike near Whistler, British Columbia.
