About a year ago, we made the big decision to start looking into a life of full-time RV travel. Although we loved where we lived in Colorado (strategically placed between Denver and Boulder), the inflated housing costs made staying there impossible with the tight budget we would be on with our new life as digital nomads. But, it will always be home in our hearts. And, since moving from Colorado, we can’t help but notice how rare it is to find other areas with as much to offer. Although, we try not to compare new destinations with our beloved Colorado (since everywhere does have something special to offer), we just can’t help but ask ourselves these same questions almost everywhere we go.
On one hand, it seems like just yesterday that we got in our new rolling home. But on the other, it feels like years have gone by since we first started out. We have somehow crammed in hundreds of experiences, places and lessons in just six months. We must say, spending the last three in Canada was wonderful. And our time there allowed us to really focus on what we like and don’t like about the RVing lifestyle. (Spoiler: Everything we don’t like is self-inflicted, go figure). In this RV life recap, we’ve included some of our favorite places as well as monthly overviews of what has gone on between gorgeous photo opps and fun adventures.
Want the short version? Check out our video of our Canadian summer highlights at the end of this post. And click here to catch up on months 1-3.
There are certain places that just feel electric, like the pulse of humanity is vibrating through the streets. A strange magnetism pulls you there that you can’t explain. You just need to be in the presence of a place so alive – a place filled with history and possibility. We only spent 24 hours in Quebec City, but it made a lasting impression on us. And even though part of our time there went horribly wrong, it will always be one of our favorite places.
As we made our way to Newfoundland through the other Atlantic Canadian provinces, we were told repeatedly how nice the people of Newfoundland are. It started with the border guard in New Brunswick telling us that if we got into any trouble up on the island, “you’ll probably have five people stop to help you and each one will invite you over for supper.”
And as we traveled through Nova Scotia, one extremely nice woman (who was humming along to a Christian song in her lavender soap shop), told me quite confidently that Newfies would make all the nice people we had met in Nova Scotia “look like axe murderers.” Well then.
So, in addition to the beautiful trails, unique wildlife and cool weather we were looking forward to, now Newfoundland had another wonder to experience: The friendliest people in the world (or at least North America).
As we walked down (and up, and down, and back up) the trail that led to the base of Gros Morne Mountain in Newfoundland, I was starting to regret our decision. When we got up at 5:30 a.m., we knew this would be the longest, and probably most difficult hike we had ever done. Yet, Gros Morne (“Big Lone”) Mountain had beckoned us from the very first moment our eyes fell upon it. And you know what they say about mountains calling…