I don't make a habit of visiting campgrounds, but this year is an all time record for me. By coincidence and where this year's route has taken me, I find myself strolling into some low budget campgrounds; often they are filled with trailers and not a 'camper' is to be found milling about, however, I … Continue reading Where Are All The Campfires?
Now that I am well over the halfway kilometer mark of My Walk, I realize that with all the struggles, hardships, sacrifices, mishaps, and monotony of walking each day, this way of life will soon be gone and become a memory -- a colorful memory, but it isn't over just yet. After a little reflection … Continue reading The Best Parts are the Middles and the Interruptions
Walking solo and unsupported puts one in the most vulnerable of states: you're at the mercy of whatever weather, person, animal, situation, or vehicle comes at you. At the end of the day, my tent is the only place that I feel comfortable and safe -- for the most part. Although only a couple square … Continue reading An Exercise to Exercise The Writing Demons: My Nylon Inn and Euphoria
Sir Wilfred Thesiger commented that his living with the Bedu during the crossing of Arabia's Empty Quarter changed him: "no man can live this life and remain unchanged." His crossing of the Arabian peninsula was the first by a Westerner, but this was also a life changing exploration across, undoubtedly, the most unforgiving of regions … Continue reading Thoughts About My Walk: It’s the People.
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 … Continue reading 4416.5 km Later in Slave Lake, AB …
Like the removal of KT tape over a hairy leg, I will deal with this nagging issue swiftly. Due to the cuts in bus services across much of Western Canada (Manitoba, Saskatchewan, B.C., and Yukon Territory) in the last year, I will be forced to end this year's walk early in Fort St. John, B.C., … Continue reading The Yukon, The Buses and The Plan
My energy is low and the days have become a monotonous minagery of back road roaming, highway walking, and mud trekking, which I have come to both love and loath. What has changed? Nothing. Weakness creeps in from time to time; energy levels range from organized dertermination to the disorganized energy of discontent, though there … Continue reading An Afternoon At The Beach
I am finding it very difficult to walk, write and relax this year for some reason. I'm still walking, still engaged, and still experiencing so much, but posting half baked ideas and observations I have been writing down each week just seems silly and repetitive now. There is plenty of material in the hopper, but … Continue reading Blog Post Scarcity
I began this year's walk with my summer sleeping kit, since climate normals and the weather forecast were conducive to the 7C limits of my sleeping bag. It looked like only a handful of days would be less than 7C -- nothing a few articles of clothing can't handle. The plan was fool proof; science … Continue reading Will I Ever Be Grateful?
I sit and think about how quickly time passes; it was a year ago today that I was injured and off-trail waiting for my lower leg to mend. Luckily for me, Google Photos 'rediscover this day' feature doesn't discriminate between good days and the days you would much rather forget. The topmost title photo is … Continue reading This Time Last Year