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
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
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
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
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
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 