Raindrops like slow motion, dripping into Watson River. Ripples dissolving; all together becoming waves folding over the sandy shore like sleepy morning smiles, over and over. May these nuances of nature keep me tender for all of my days.
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
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.
The brilliant violet crocuses dotted the mountain side, their petals open like eager arms deep-stretching after this long, cold Whitehorse winter. Their yellow insides as bright as the sun itself. Spring, I thought, is finally here. Goddess in hell, was I wrong… … More The Tors, At the Mercy of the Mountains
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
April 2018 Mt. Kirkjufell should not have been climbed this time of year. I DO NOT recommend this. The soggy grounds, still in the grips of winter, combined with the unpredictable Icelandic weather, make this climb a very dangerous one. However! I firmly believe I experienced Iceland’s best week of weather. With maybe 10 minutes … More Mt. Kirkjufell, Iceland, a Gallery
At last, I could see the blue gleaming gash in the earth ahead. When we arrived, Aziza collapsed in tears, the wind was even more concentrated, bellowing through the Ice Cave. We were all alone up here… … More Kluane Ice Cave
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?!”
Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will. John Green wrote this, but he isn’t the first. This honest sentiment is one we’re told, we say and that we, to the very core of our beings, know. And yet, here we are imagining the hell out of our lives, every day, every hour; how that … More What Time Is It?