We leave Boston, MA USA at sunset, fly to NY, then across the world to Doha, Qatar landing at sunset the next day! Arriving in Doha in the evening is magical as the city is lit up in colorful lights! We settle in to our hotel, find our way to dinner, and enjoy the rising moon over the Persian Gulf.
"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all." These words of Helen Keller inspire me. Starting 2011 with an adventure to Vietnam and Cambodia, I want to share my views - words and photos.
About Me

- Lea Donovan Watson
- Gloucester, MA, United States
- Listening and Spoken Language Specialist, Certified Auditory-Verbal Therapist, Speech-Language Pathologist, International consultant for LSLS training and children with hearing loss, husband-wife AVCC team, mother of three amazing individuals.
Monday, January 26, 2015
Thursday, January 22, 2015
Getting ready for Qatar
Hello "my Adventure Views blogspot", I am getting ready to visit Doha Qatar!
Thursday, July 3, 2014
Catching up on my blog: Dec 9, 2013 to July 3, 2014
Last night I met a very interesting woman - a stranger to me - who did a search on the web, my blog came up, she read my blog….and it changed her life! The fact that we met? Synchronicity/fate/"everything has a reason"anyway --- I feel the need to get blogging again! Thank you to this amazing woman.
Monday, December 9, 2013
Monday, August 26, 2013
Second week in Baddeck 2013
the week of the walkway
always time for a swim at the beachtwo natives we met on the beach
and their mascot, Monty Montana
Killick from the beach
A sail on Dragonfly
Killick from the bay
the 4 Ws on the way to Dancing River Sprite
wonder why J has his thumb in the mug?
nice view now that B & J cleared all the bushes, trees, and angelica
Dancing River Sprite pig
The book featured at this month's themed dinner was Ru by Kim Thuy
View clearing on our last morning
Cute guy working on the gutters
chairs ready for a relaxing day.........
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
First week in Baddeck 2013
Baddeck Wed Aug 14 to Wed Aug 21, 2013
Beinn Bhreagh means
beautiful mountain in Gaelic. This peninsula of land offers beauty in every
direction you look – with trails through wilderness, shoreline along the Bras
D’Or lake, and magnificent views, plus people to share it with –both family and
friends.
For the first three days we stay at Burns Cottage because
our house, Killick, is rented to Jim’s cousins. Burns is small modified farm house, Jim’s grandfather’s house, now to be
used by his descendants. Sara and her friend Andy are staying here for the
summer and welcome us. It’s wonderful to stay with them.
Burns Cottage is special to me because it is where I stayed
for the summer of 1980- with Jim and our little 3 month old daughter, Keara. It
brings back so many happy memories of being a young couple sharing the family summer
home of Beinn Bhreagh with our little family. This is the perch from where I began to learn
the joys and complexities of sharing a family property for seven generations. We stayed here for the summers before Jim’s mom,
Teeny, was able make Killick ready for
us in 1984.
I remember my first trip to Beinn Bhreagh in 1977 in July
just after I married Jim. Now it seems
incredible that I knew Jim for three years prior to our wedding and he did not
bring me here until after our marriage! I can still feel the magic of discovery
that I felt those few days I explored Beinn Breagh as a young bride.
We stayed at The Point. The big house was full of people.
Every bedroom was taken. We had to stay in AGB’s big wooden bed on the porch
facing the flower gardens! We ate every meal at the huge table in the dining
room. In awe, I felt like I was stepping
into an era gone by – with maids waiting on me and cooks cooking, gardeners
gardening – even chauffeurs driving. I did not know this side of Jim’s family!
I am happy to say that life on Beinn Bhreagh is quite
different now – much simpler!
Jim and I are happy to share our beautiful red roofed summer
home with our friends, Ethan and Trudy. We take a walk down the Golden Wedding
Road to the tarns.
We hike up the
mountain to see the magnificent view from Mabel and Alexander Graham Bells’
gravesite.
We visit many family members.
We enjoy checking out the various houses – some new, some remodeled old
ones. It is interesting to see how each
family creates their space on BB.
By Saturday we can move into Killick. Ethan and Trudy can
appreciate all the work we’ve done in the recent years; new roof, new windows,
new configuration of rooms upstairs and can see all the projects that remain as
we make our ‘anchor’ more user friendly
for our family. After Teeny’s tragic death in 1988, Jim and his brother, Bob,
own the house. For 25 years now Bob and Anne, Jim and I have shared this great
summer house. All our grown-up kids, and now their spouses and fiancés also
enjoy the wonders of Beinn Bhreagh.
One of our favorite things to do at Killick is relax on the
big wrap around deck. Trudy and Ethan love that, too. Time slips by as we sip
an extra morning coffee, an afternoon cup of tea, or an evening glass of wine looking out over
the waters of Baddeck Bay. One afternoon we snapped one self-timer photo as we
hung out on the deck and then another one after our late afternoon swim down at
Killick’s beach.
We also love hang out in Killick's big living room by the fireplace. Our dear friends Barb and Clarke join us for fun conversation and a game of cards.
I did not bring my camera to the crab fest that Sara and
Andy had back at Burns Cottage, so I do not have any photos to share. Imagine
all the people who are staying on BB – aunts, uncles, first cousins, second
cousins, and first cousins once removed,
all sitting at tables on the lawn outside, cracking and relishing long
legged crab as the sun sets and the Ameoba sails by and eagles swoop and then
the bugs start to bite as we munch carrot cake from the High Wheeler! It was a fun evening.
(sunset from Burns Cottage on a previous evening - same sun/same place)
It is sad to bring Ethan and Trudy to the airport shuttle on
Monday morning, but we meet Barb and Clarke dropping Jason! There is always
something fun ready to happen around here.
Jim spends time doing yard work. Getting rid of the invasive
plant Angelica is the big challenge this year. Jim buys a new short handled
chopper to get the task done!
I enjoy making applesauce and crab apple jam picking fruit
from the trees here.
One evening we are invited to a picnic to Crow Point with Jim's Uncle Gil & family aboard 'Dragonfly'. Sun and rain give us an interesting excursion.
Being on board 'Dragonfly' reminds me of the fun we had helping Gil bring his "new" boat from Gloucester, MA to Baddeck, NS. When people ask us; 'Have you ever sailed here from home?' We can say; yes! Our sons Xan and Fraser were part of the crew. Thinking of this makes me miss my boys and their fiancés who were here at Killick last summer. I like Killick full of happy family! <3
Last night we have a spontaneous dinner at Killick with
David, Clea, and Alice –
Fried fish, curry lentils, rice, chard with fava beans and a
peach-blueberry tart for dessert! Reminiscing about Uncle Sandy and Aunt Elva is always a fun time.
Today is Wednesday August 21, 2013. This is/was my dad’s
birthday. He died just two years ago? Far away from my family, I am surrounded
by the memories and lives of Jim’s ancestors. Being at a place where I know so
many wonderful people have come and are gone now brings solace to me. Living and dying seems okay here. This is a poem Alexander Graham Bell liked –
Jim and I like it, too:
Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the
sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
Robert Luis Stevenson
TIME TIME TIME-what has become of you
TIME TIME TIME-what has become of you
Sailing for ten days aboard a 60 foot ketch with four other
people is an interesting experience not matter where you cruise. Just the daily
interaction of 5 people being together in close quarters poses challenges.
I notice I kept my watch on for the first two days, but did
not bother to put it on my wrist after that. My time is ordered by the
captain’s schedule of meals, anchoring, and taking up the anchor. He is in
control of all the food, the comings and goings of the whaler, and of course,
his boat. This is all his and he is sharing it with us, his crew. I am free
within the time frame of what he wants to do. This is fine for a few days.
Then, a person like me, feels trapped. I want my freedom. I want to be able to
come and go as I want. I want time to myself.
I lose track of what day it is and what time it is. My usual
reference points of mealtime, work schedule, phone calls, and such have
disappeared. I wake up early because I went to sleep early. I eat when I am
given food. I steer when it is my turn and help with the sails as needed – but
on this trip we seem to be motoring into the wind more that any of us like.
I realize there was a change in plans early on because of
weather. I know I fell into the trap of hoping to sail somewhere specific – the
Magdeline Islands. The weather on the
two week cruise before we started had been tough. I think the skipper’s
experience with that weather is affecting what we do this trip. Caution around
storms is something I totally respect! Getting across the Cabot Strait prior to
that gale last Saturday was a good idea. Getting to Halifax today prior to what
is coming tomorrow is also a good idea. Our schedule is affected by the weather
for sure.
I like dodging storms not enduring their wrath while under
sail. Even a long day of motor-sailing like today seems transcended beyond
time. We move along the coast of Nova Scotia in and out of fog.
Sandy spends a lot of time down below at his computer
following the little green boat on the chart. That is us. This tracks our path
along the shore helping us navigate carefully around rocks and buoys.
I feel the wetness in the air. It might rain soon. Trudy
hands the helm over to Ethan. Jim puts his book down below and places it on the
shelf. I ask him if he finished it. He says; “No, but the raindrops are getting
it wet.”
We have about two hours until we dock, but what is time on a
boat? We go. We just go where we have to go. Onboard, we do what we have to do.
That is the simple way of time management while crewing on a 60 foot ketch.
“What is our ETA on that buoy?” Ethan yells down to Sandy.
“5:47”, Sandy yells back.
Ethan says; “It’s raining now, I just hope the strong winds
hold for a while.”
This is the time for Windigo to head in to harbor for a safe
night at the dock. Tomorrow’s weather prediction is such that tied up to a dock
is the best place for us. This might give us time to explore Halifax (or head home to Baddeck early). I like
having time to explore new places and meet new people. Though I sacrifice my own
time- my control of my own time, I gain so much in sharing time as part of the
crew of Windigo. The most valuable thing I gain might be realizing the value of
my own time.
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