I Will Let You Have Your Stars


To the intrepid traveler rain is an expected part of life. Sometimes, it is even a welcome part of life. When an ever changing environment overstimulates the senses, spending a rainy day inside a familiar fabric home-away-from-home can be a welcome respite to the senses. Wednesday, was one of those days. My journal entry from that morning:

“An aluminum pot of oatmeal mixed with fresh fruit, raisins, peanut butter, and hazelnut spread. A beat-up nalgene warmed by fresh drip coffee. A mesh window overlooking Puget Sound and Orcas Island from atop a cliff. And a nylon roof ringing with the pitter-patter of a light drizzle. Does life get any better?”

In the evening I visited the library where I was invited to watch an old movie with a family native to the island. Yesterday morning was cold and wet as well. I returned to the library. And this is where things took a turn for the worse. The curse of the solo traveler. Continue reading

Strangers In a Strange Land


DSCF3317Integral to any great journey is the kindness and generosity of strangers. This tour is no exception. From the small exchanges that simply serve to keep the loneliness at bay, to gifts such as a bag of potato chips at the end of a long day, even to random invitations of a place to stay, thus far on this expedition, the altruism of strangers has been the primary theme and a real boon to moral as the prevailing winds batter my face and whistle through my ears while I ride north, away from my final destination. Continue reading

The Journey Begins

Who knew graffiti could be so uplifting.
Who knew graffiti could be so uplifting.

You know, it’s really hard to hate a company that lets you camp in  their parking lot for free. I didn’t even have to buy anything. Anyway, today is the official start of my travels after a ridiculous and unintentional reroute to Portland, Oregon. To make a long story short, I was abandoned by Amtrak in Havre, Montana and was forced to purchase a new ticket for $260. Quite the blow to my meager budget, but thankfully it was softened by a friendly Canadian couple I met on the train. They watched as the train pulled away after I attempted to open the locked door. Out of incredible mercy and kindness they handed me $60 and walked away only to return and give me another $140.

The night only gets crazier. Continue reading