The vlog begins with a quiet farewell. We’re leaving Newfoundland after a week-long adventure—one filled with puffins, whales, icebergs, moose, and winding roads that led us through some of the most breathtaking and rugged coastlines in North America. But this trip was never just about the scenery. It was about something much older, something personal. A missing piece of family history, lost on a small island off the eastern edge of the continent.
We came here to find a place called Taylors Point Road on Cage Island—a name that had lived in stories passed down from my grandfather, scattered memories that had long since faded into mystery. We didn’t know exactly where it was or what we’d find. Only that we had to try.
With cameras in hand and hearts wide open, we followed the trail. Ferries. Backroads. Forest paths and tiny harbors. We asked questions. Knocked on doors. And then we found it—a quiet road on the edge of the island, right where the old stories said it might be. A neighbor confirmed everything: the name, the place, the family who once called it home. In that moment, hope became history. And history became ours.
This wasn’t just a successful trip—it was a mission accomplished. A thread reconnected. A name reclaimed. Not just for me, but for my grandfather. For our family. For the stories that built us.
This vlog captures the end of that journey. It begins with us leaving the hotel behind, carrying with us not just luggage, but the weight of something meaningful. The final morning in Newfoundland feels different—heavier, but in a good way. We head to the airport, board the plane, and fly across clouds back into Ottawa, Canada. There’s a stillness to that flight. A kind of reflection that sets in when you know the story has changed you. From there, we drive south, back through familiar landscapes, until we arrive home in Syracuse, New York.
The road home always feels shorter, but this one felt fuller. More complete.
And then—the moment we’d been building toward from the very beginning—a high five between my grandfather and me. Simple. Honest. Final. A physical gesture carrying the weight of a legacy restored. That high five wasn’t about celebration. It was about peace. About finishing what we started. About honoring the ones who came before us in the only way we know how—by showing up and walking the path they left behind.
Some trips give you great footage. Others give you peace. This one gave us both. And something more: belonging.
This vlog is for anyone who’s ever chased a piece of their past, for anyone carrying questions only place can answer. It’s for the ones who grew up hearing names they couldn’t spell, or towns they couldn’t find on a map—but who searched anyway. It’s for those who know that some places feel like home before you’ve ever stepped foot on them. And for those who understand that sometimes, the most important destinations are the ones rooted in memory.
As Marcus Aurelius once wrote: “Look well into thyself; there is a source of strength which will always spring up if thou wilt always look there.” We came looking for a place. What we found was a reminder—that the pursuit of truth, no matter how quiet or personal, is always a worthy path. That answers live in action. That meaning isn’t something you stumble into—it’s something you uncover by choosing to seek it out. Step by step. Mile by mile. Thought by thought.
In the end, legacy isn’t just about what we inherit. It’s about what we’re willing to go back and find.
It’s proof that even the quietest dreams deserve to be honored. That roots matter. That stories wait for us—patiently—until we’re ready to find them. And when we do, we realize they weren’t just waiting. They were calling us home.
You’re always welcome in this space.
— Christopher
Taylor Point, Change Island, Newfound land, Canada
49°40'32.8"N 54°24'03.8"W
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