The morning in Monticello (UT) draws a thin orange layer above the horizon and through my window’s frost. I run away from the desert’s wind following both the sun and the moon’s path, soon discovering the Mesa named white because it looks so clear compared to surrounding scarlet, soon discovering new red land-forms. Round and … More Top of the World
I leave in an uncertain morning, torn in between sun and snow. I drive along Utah Lake, probably seen from the sky as well. But further along than the Upper Salt Lake, I only guess its blue shades winding through snowed maybe salty too mounts. Then I leave Interstate 15 towards East and landscapes both … More Scarlet Days
I hoped my morning in Logan will show me a better look of the canyon and surrounding mountains but the heavy and dancing snow has other plans for me. I get deeper in Utah the, the two faces State… I reach the capital, Salt Lake City, in an even heavier snow, leading me to the … More Pastel
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
Vancouver is famous for its rain. It can rain here for weeks on end, but it does not usually bother me. However, several years ago, I found myself coming close to be thoroughly disgusted with the rain.I walked home from work one evening in the pouring rain, mumbling under my breath the whole way that … More Multiple shades of rain
I leave Friday in the rain. After two slow motion weeks, I explore a bit more of my mysterious island. My compass shows me the North and my heart follows, stopping for the night at Courtenay. The little town is dressed up like Christmas, streets are celebrating and I linger in the Cornerstone Taphouse’s dim … More Untold
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
From Vancouver City, I take the ferry to Vancouver Island – to Cowichan Bay to be precise – where I am expected to make some cider. I awoke my soft steps in Whytecliff Park where magic scenes were looking for movie set and I am now sliding on the grey ocean. Sun is in my back, it … More Fall’s Fate
