White Yukon. I leave Destruction Bay in a grey morning as the sun starts to rise. The water is not blue lagoon anymore, it is as grey as the sky and Alaskan rivers. The mountain in the far, towards my destination, that I couldn’t call Mount McCairnes or Mount Archibald, lost last night’s brightness when … More Road book: chap.3
Border. I wake up way to early in Delta, night is still pretty dark but cold numbs my sleep. I survived the night and my anxiety slowly goes away. Writing down my last adventures before hitting the road again, few surrounding mountains, invisible last night, progressively shines in the morning light. It is then time … More Road book: chap.2
Last Alaska. I finally left one of my comforting cocoons, a pit in my stomach on the road to Fairbanks because this new adventure’s excitement is jeopardized by the financial risk of buying a car. My throat is knotted for a few days… I gaze one last time at landscapes known by heart after so … More Road book: chap.1
An Inuit legend tells the Earth and Mankind’s birth: the Human race was eating the ground and living in an eternal night. Nobody died then, they became old, very old, and blind, they couldn’t move at some point, to a frozen state maybe; but nobody died. However, one day, there were too many humans, frozen … More Once upon a time Alaska
Grown from my experience in Ruby, I take advantage of one more week in Healy, in the ridge’s house, in what is the closest to a home for me today, in order to achieve my meditative thoughts and prepare the rest of my journey. Canada here I come! Indeed, my days in the last frontier … More The winter’s color
I knew this head wound was meaningful, it was telling me a story about my future. It took me so long to book my flight ticket for Ruby, I didn’t feel “called”, but in the end, deciding any choice would always be good for me, I am flying to this Indian* village on Yukon shores… … More Red Ruby
Hannah has simple and extra-ordinary dreams. Her biggest lifetime one was to have some llamas. Thus, instead of asking for a big rock to fit her married woman finger, she got a llamas flock, six and a half to be precise. Indeed, nobody knew Hyngi was feeding baby Stormy in her round womb. Today, Hannah … More Hannah’s llamas
I hit the road from Anchorage to reach the North – or more exactly the Interior – of Alaska. On my hitchhiking way, I gaze at burnt summer trees, at redish fall trees, running frozen in my car window. Forest fires still stand against first rains, it doesn’t smell like smoke but there is a … More Crossworlds
My stay in Seward wouldn’t be utterly told, completely drawn, if I didn’t write about encounters that slowly weaved my days and nights, that intertwined hours and engraved my technicolor Alaskan first memories. First, there was Adrienne who, if I had to recall one thing, gave me the most precious life lesson: the waffle machine … More We’ll meet again
It is a grey and heavy morning, it may almost rain; it is time for me to reach Seward. I catch the wrong bus – the right one but wrong way – and confirm my first friendly feeling about Alaska, thanks to my chitchat with the second bus driver about travels, foreign languages and cultures … More Forest’s voice
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 