It was the first week of August and we had all but signed the papers on a rental house in the nation’s capital, where we were going to relocate for a year or two on a Parks Canada assignment. The next Monday the entire plan was on hold and by Friday the Ottawa ship had sailed. No bother, we really like living in Jasper anyway.
Then the life altering call . . . Angie, calls and says: “Why don’t we take that year off and travel to New Zealand like we’ve always dreamed of?”
I gave her a nervous laugh and said “Great idea!” all the while shaking my head. Two weeks later we had the wh... full info