As I am leaving the Grand Canyon, I challenge the night in a blind and known scenery. Indian cabins are invisible on the road, absent dream catchers stalls flying in summer wind, American road trip folklore. And my early sleep dances with my fatigue, hung and blown with the stars. My next morning is therefore … More Blended Colors
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
I leave my beloved cidery towards Victoria – royal city named after the famous queen, now BC’s capital and maybe promise for my future. On the way already ridden two weeks ago to visit the strait, the fog gets warmer and reveal the horizon. I can see Mount Baker in noon sun.After a first stop … More A Royal City
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 