Old Pines

On the south facing slope dry, warm dust of clay cliffs.Fuzzy crocuses.Some sleepy, some stretchinghigh, to the sun lit sky.Blades of grass,pushing green,growing.Bright leaves, slowly unfolding like arms, like art,swirling vein patterns,demanding nothing, but gaining all of myattention. Walk slow,through these forests.Stop, often.Bend to touch.Feel the moss, the lichens,No longer brittle but, still firm, still … More Old Pines

These Mountains

I am home inthese curves; intoxicated.tongue tied. My eyes follow their arching bodies up and up ,their gorgeous frames making my heart raceuntil I reach the tops, only to plunge downward , over and over until my eyeswet from all the wonder. These mountains.

Expectation Vs. Reality, the Camping with Dogs Edition

His rough and toughness was what attracted me to him. I needed a strong dog that could handle life on trails, in tents and in the mountains.

So I did not expect what would come next. In fact, I feel awful about it. Having done a 4 hour, 13km climb to the Ice Cave in Kluane two weeks ago where his energy and stamina seemed unfaltering, I figured a 7km climb’n’camp would be no problem! … More Expectation Vs. Reality, the Camping with Dogs Edition

“What Are You Going to do in Whitehorse?!”

Within 40 days I had thought, packed and moved to Whitehorse, YT from Gravenhurst, ON. It took 6 days, and approximately 600 mental meltdowns. No biggie, hey? I didn’t recognize how settled into Muskoka I was, until driving 5,300 km’s across Canada. 9 years ago, I’d take a backpack on a whim and leave, intending … More “What Are You Going to do in Whitehorse?!”

ICELAND IN APRIL?

After a bad breakup I decided the best thing to do was to head to the Google flights map and window shop. Except here’s the thing with windows that are actually the internet which contains purchasable things and me when I’m capricious and generally impulsive enough when I’m not emotionally overwhelmed: I’m an idiot.  … More ICELAND IN APRIL?