Hello my loves,

Coming through North America felt a bit like coming home, even in the parts I’d never seen before. But this continent still had plenty to teach this old traveler.

The Grand Canyon stopped me in my tracks. You can see a thousand photos and still not be prepared for standing at the edge of all that beauty. I sat on a bench for an hour, just watching the light change on the rocks. A ranger told me the canyon is millions of years old. Makes my 70-something years feel like nothing at all.

In New York City, I walked until my feet hurt, then walked some more. Central Park gave me a quiet moment in all that noise. I had a hot dog from a cart (when in Rome, right?) and watched street performers who were better than any show I’ve paid for.

Canada’s Rocky Mountains reminded me why I love this world. Lake Louise was so blue it didn’t look real. I met a family from Japan taking photos, and I offered to take one with all of them in it. They were so grateful, and I thought how we’re all just trying to capture these moments to share with people we love.

New Orleans fed my soul with music and gumbo. A jazz band played in a dim club where the walls are covered in photos of legends. The trumpet player had to be 80 if he was a day, still making magic every night.

From the California coast to the streets of Montreal, North America showed me that adventure doesn’t require a passport—just curious eyes and willing feet.

Can’t wait to see you all soon and share more stories.

Love always,
Grandpa