Night Plains

All of a sudden, Idaho welcomes me with its flamboyant blue sign struggling with the fog. One often says borders are invisible lines drawn by Humans. In this specific situation, it immediately and physically stands up though. Landscapes are seamlessly and completely snowed instead of being powdered, utterly hazy instead of being sunny. I hit … More Night Plains

A beautiful nothing

A few miles after Montana sign, a traveling thought walks into my mind. I get a glimpse at a couple, smoking their morning cigarette on the sidewalk, going I don’t know where, maybe like an early bird ritual. I am stricken by this fleeting moment when our paths cross without a look. I am only … More A beautiful nothing

Fragile wandering

Helped by my earplugs and my organized layers, I sleep sound and safe like a winter flower. It is a new day, Seattle is behind me, new adventures are awaiting for me in Cœur d’Alène (ID). And as I am ridding the same dry road than two years ago on our way to Oregon, I … More Fragile wandering

Like a Seattle donuts

The making of this awful bargain is a matter of enormous and meaningful paradox. Even though choosing poorly could be seen as a pathologically self-destructive act, it far more often turns into a watershed event that brings vast opportunity to redevelop the power of the instinctive nature. In this respect, though there is loss and … More Like a Seattle donuts

Trans-Frontier

What a weird day! What a scary day…!So many useless comes and goes, so much repeated Port Mann Bridge crossing, when the border is not that close. Because before crossing it, I need my return ticket. Because before crossing it, I need a word from mum. Then, in between Stapples ink, in between Canadian Tire wellies, I … More Trans-Frontier

A Royal City

I leave my beloved cidery towards Victoria – royal city named after the famous queen, now BC’s capital and maybe promise for my future. On the way already ridden two weeks ago to visit the strait, the fog gets warmer and reveal the horizon. I can see Mount Baker in noon sun.After a first stop … More A Royal City

Another goodbye

Here comes my last day at the cidery and we celebrate at Lady Smith Christmas parade. I have felt I wanted to party for a while, impatient to make my legs dance, to make my lips shine; thus, I am getting ready like I was partying all night long in Paris. The following hours are … More Another goodbye