Fall in Labrador


This past weekend I spent Thanksgiving at home with my family in Labrador. We were celebrating my Dad’s 50th birthday, Dad and I ran our first half-marathon (more to come on that later!), and we ate lots of turkey. All in all, a fantastic long weekend.

I’ve lived in Halifax for the past six years, and whenever I tell somebody I’m from Labrador they typically have one of two reactions:

1. “I had no idea anybody lived up there!” or

2. “I know somebody from there! do you know so-and so?” More often than not the answer is yes.

Usually I only visit home during Christmas, so it was especially nice to come back during the fall. I had completely forgotten what home is like without a blanket of snow on top and what my parents house looks like without the halls being 100% decked for Christmas.



On the plane I read Only Pack What You Can Carry by Janice Holly Booth, and not only was it a fantastic read, but a perfect book to read while in transit. I do love a good travel memoir, and Booth’s stories of courage, solitude, and seizing the day were unbelievably inspiring. I feel like I should dedicate an entire post to it, just because I found it so poignant and memorable.


On Friday and Saturday I set out to enjoy the empty roads that Goose Bay offers to adventure-seeking cyclists looking for some solitude. There’s plenty of roads on the military base that are closed to vehicles most days, therefore becoming awesome trails for me to break in my Dad’s road bike. The whole time I didn’t encounter a single soul – although I was a little afraid of spotting a black bear (or worse, a wolf), but all I saw were a few squirrels.


On the left is Saturday, where it was bright, sunny, and a warm 10 degrees celsius. On the right, my Friday ride, where it was too cold to wear a helmet (not much risk when you’re the only one on the road, either)  and later started snowing.


Parts of the road were almost overgrown, making it a little eerie but still really fun.


As I biked around there was some more evidence of living on a military base: former Cold War era bomb shelters are now chemical waste storage areas. A little unsettling and a weird contrast to the surrounding scenery. 


I mean, it may be  barren, isolated and sparsely populated – but you don’t get views like that just anywhere. The thing I love about home is how close you are to nature. Literally, step outside your house and you’re there. Living in a city gets to me sometimes because I feel like I have to drive so far before I stop hearing sirens and traffic, here it’s just quiet.



I ended my snowy bike ride on Friday at my sister’s place and had her snap this photo of me before I headed back to my Mom and Dad’s place. I couldn’t believe there was snow falling in early October, but hey, that’s Labrador. I’m already excited to go home again in December.




4 Responses to “Fall in Labrador”

  1. Rosemary

    Love the comment about the hosue not being decked out for xmas! I will have to check out the book”Pack Only What You Can Carry”.

  2. Janice Holly Booth

    Dear Gab

    I loved your post, and am so honored that my book had resonance for you. I can’t tell you what a thrill it was to see a pic of the cover next to the maple leaf logo of air canada. Made me homesick!

    May you continue to had amazing, meaningful travels and that you will always feel inspired to share them with us. Much love,

    Janice Holly Booth

    • gabwhite

      Thank you so much for your kind words, Janice! It is such a wonderful surprise to see that you’ve found my little blog, I was so overjoyed when I saw your comments. Thanks again for sharing your inspiring stories with the world!


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