4416.5 km Later in Slave Lake, AB …

Walked into Slave Lake a couple days ago and currently awaiting for a long overdue food drop; sometimes there is an errant package that takes a few days longer to arrive. Fortunately, this is a rare occurrence and is the first time this year it has happened.

Anyways, I have been writing, but just can’t get out of this slump of not publishing and not being happy with my finished product among the dozen or more big posts I have been working on or have started. I feel they are not very concise, I need more information, or I wander away from the topic at hand. I wish there was a better excuse for my letting this blog wither away; however, a look at the stats reveals that it will only impact a dozen people at the most (I am sorry to these people).

My writing block and difficulties can be summarized like this: I begin to write, I back track on what I wrote, edit it, re-edit it, then edit the re-edit, and so on. As you can imagine, my progress is slow and realize that I need to stop this cycle, but I can’t. I also second guess all my punctuation and the words I wrote. Could it be that I am just burned out from writing about My Walk?

To tell you the truth, there is not much more I want to write without a more indepth and thought provoking approach. My wanting is for this blog and my writing to not be about the events and experiences I encounter along the way — saw a bear, walked 50 km, or was almost eaten alive by insects while crossing a wetland. There are flops of data about travel in the blogosphere, and it is something that I am not into writing about really. I want a blog with more than just photos of forests, rivers, and the odd tourist relic. Most importantly, it is more difficult this year to write and deliver a good piece of writing after a 35 or 40 km day in the heat.

Although I am documenting the people and sights along the way, there is more to My Walk than just some 30 something year old guy wandering off to Anchorage, AK on foot to achieve an endurance dream across the northern reaches of Canada and the U.S.

I want to write and publish something coherent about how I have changed, about how this walk is not what I expected it to be, or how it has become something bigger and better than I could have ever expected. Lastly, I want to discuss how it is having such an indelible mark on how I view Canada, what wildness is, what community is, my views on working in the environmental industry and how my environmental and life ethics and philosophies have changed forever.

I also want to talk about the landscape-wildlife-human-societal philosophies and interactions I have observed while walking, and the discussions I have had with others across Ontario and Western Canada. Lastly, I want to talk about my own life and the story before, during, and after My Walk is completed next year.

Oddly, the tiniest part of My Walk is about what it takes physically, psychologically, and financially to undertake such an audacious goal as this.

3 thoughts on “4416.5 km Later in Slave Lake, AB …

  1. Hi Mathew,
    I like what you wrote here. It’s my first visit to your site and I will return to read more of your story. In the meantime I hope your food arrives and you find good energy to keep on with your journey.

    Best wishes,
    Mark W

    1. Thank you Mark for the great comment. My food arrived today and I continue walking forward. Currently on the shores of Lesser Slave Lake, Alberta drinking instant coffee and enjoying the water. Today is why I walk

  2. Was so cool to meet you in our little town of Kinuso….wish we could do more for you. Cant wait to read the rest of your walk.

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