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
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 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
Here comes my last day at the cidery and we celebrate at Lady Smith Christmas parade. I have felt I wanted to party for a while, impatient to make my legs dance, to make my lips shine; thus, I am getting ready like I was partying all night long in Paris. The following hours are … More Another goodbye
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
To Sara, Lola, Mathilde and Gaspard. Yesterday, as I was watching Kieran, my current 25 years-old workaway host, starting his big once in a lifetime project, I thought about my own 25 years-old once in a lifetime project. And with almost maternal instincts (I know it is weird especially since I am only five years … More Wild Grass
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
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 