A three-day journey from Toronto to Vancouver takes in scenery ranging from urban landscapes to tiny towns to jewel-blue lakes with summer cabins and ski boats, a perfect setting while enjoying delicious regional dishes such as Alberta bison rib roast.

Once you've negotiated the Devil’s Gorge and hammered through the Jaws of Death, take the plunge and swim the Washing Machine rapid on one of the world's best rafting trips.

If you're spending Yuletide in a hot clime, get a tree. These families know what they're talking about; they've Christmassed in Egypt, South Africa, Mexico, and Australia

The business plan for this new activity (launched in Barbados in the summer of 2006 and based on a similar program in Sydney, Australia) is straightforward. Buy two world-class yachts. Put two gung ho captains at their helms. Sell spots on the yachts to seasoned sailors and novices who want to pretend they are seasoned sailors. Add a few professional crew to ensure the novices don’t trash the hardware. Take the yachts out on the water every day. Race like you mean it

A road trip through cowpoke towns near San Antonio means honky-tonks, the Alamo, lazy trail rides, and a politician named Kinky.

To be sure, it's the name of the play that draws me in. Big as Dogs and Twice as Saucy sounds like a good bet for an evening's entertainment in the tiny community of Trinity, on Newfoundland's northeast coast. Lord knows, there's little else to do once the sun goes down.

I feel like I've just walked into a Star Trek convention-and I'm the only person who doesn't know who Captain Kirk is.

It is not so much the invitation to sign the guest book that has me gob-smacked, it's who's doing the asking.

It is all just a little too perfect. The first day of my two-day kayaking trip on the Saguenay River, a tributary of the St. Lawrence, is the stuff of paddlers' dreams. The water is smooth, dark, and glassy like obsidian. The summer air is crisp and flavourful with a wisp of wind carrying scents of warm pine and hardwoods down the steep slopes. The silence, disturbed only by the rhythmic schuss, schuss, schuss of our paddles as they slice the water's surface, is arresting.