Category Archives: Chillin’

A Different Kind of Chillin’ Part One: The Sugar Shack

Less Pirates of the Caribbeans more Shire/English countryside.
Less Pirates of the Caribbeans more Hounds of the Baskervilles.

In a previous post I banged on a little in my ham-fisted way about the importance of traditions.  If you have ever been to the northern New England or southern Quebec woods in the spring, the odds are good you saw some buckets hanging on trees and smelled the sweet sweet aroma of boiling sap in the air. It’s maple sugar time baby. Read more

Have a Good Friday

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This is going to be short, quick, and dirty.

That’s what she said.

Okay, not so dirty after all. The beauty of writing an obscure blog is that I know exactly who reads it. All three people.  And that is perfect. Well, a bit more than three people but not by much, so tip of the hat to all of you, whether you are in parched Australia, the beautiful Canadian West, the United States of America or Mother Europe.  While I’m at it, let me check the stats to see where you’re from. Daaaamn. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that when I start typing google analytics the first suggestions that pop up are of the less than wholesome kind. Dirty after all I guess. It’s not because of my search history I promise. Read more

Who’s Got Your Back?

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So the Ides of March are upon us again and I rolled out of bed thinking about Caesar. Not the drink but the man that was stabbed in the back, and other places, 2060 years ago today. I’m not sure how he would feel about being associated with such a boreal cocktail, but there you go. Read more

Really Old School Grillin’

And I was about to build a fancy wood grill... Still might though.
And I was about to build a fancy wood grill… Still might though.

Grilling is an integral part of the Diving & Chillin’ ethos. Wherever we travel, there needs to be a grill or at least people willing to sell us things from a grill.  Roadside chicken in The Bahamas, dry rubbed smoked BBQ ribs in St-Martin, doritos crusted lionfish in Honduras, three ways shrimps in Mexico, yes, yes, yes and yes. Does not matter if it is true low and slow barbecue or fast and furious grilling. We don’t discriminate, good meat and heat just can’t be beat. Plus it pretty much equals civilization. Just like beer, shout out to Ninkasi. Read more