There is nothing like hazy sun rise or pinkish moon sets on Cowichan Bay. Nothing like to feel on the right place on Earth and explore for three days. I thus drive towards the Strait of Juan de Fucca, the road is magically hazy on Saanich inlet, on the other side hills. The American continent … More Evanescent Memories
I can finally escape those mountains that got to vicously suffocate me…. I leave in the same fog that welcame me in Yoho three days ago, only I am riding the towing truck this time. I thus land in Golden where we – my car and I – are saved from our end. It is … More Trans-Canadian: Freeze frame to fast forward
I mistakened my time zone yesterday! Because Canada thinks such in a weird way: they change time when I am not aware and they stay in the same even if I change province… Thus, Yoho and Kootenay, BC, are on Rocky time and I am one hour late when I wake up. But I slept … More Trans-Canadian: The green fairy
Back at the Black Cat Guest Ranch for work, hours are spent washing dishes and getting ready for MY big day… You always make assessment about your life before significant changes, you question both your past and your future, you spend your present fixing your past and building your future. Significant events always make you … More A special day
Morning starts its day on our way to Jasper, sprinkled with hungry mountain goats and majestic elks, in order to send my correspondences and find my amethyst. Then, with the new travel companion I met at the Black Cat Guest Ranch, Anja, we head to Lake Maligne, to put our snowed steps into my fiend … More Perfect getaway
Frozen Colombia. Slowly waking up in the motel room’s warmth, I can enjoy a “lazy” morning that doesn’t need any rush because of some weak car sleeping conditions, I can finish some chores before hiting my paved four wheels. My Irish car-pool companion and I leave Teslin in the snow on a tricky road, yesterday … More Road book: chap.4
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
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
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 