There’s something undeniably bewitching about Whistler. It starts with that magical 90-minute drive where the congested traffic of downtown Vancouver cedes to a snaking, open highway, jagged rock on one side and on the other side, steep slopes plummeting to the open...

It’s dawn on the Harrison River, and I’m out on a forest trail listening to the piercing chorus of bald eagles perched in the tall cottonwood trees around me. The majestic raptors soar above the treetops, filling the air with their eerie, high-pitched song. They’ve...

It’s early morning in Oak Bay and the breeze has whipped up whitecaps on the ocean. Meters away from me waves are crashing on the rocks, while overhead, seagulls dip and dive and a bald eagle soars effortlessly towards the rocky outcroppings in search of an easy...