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 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
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
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 