9887.9 miles. Would I do it again? Absolutely.
What in this bleak and cold landscape, with its buffeting winds and lack of topsoil, seemed attractive to the Vikings?
Why does the moose cross the road? Sometimes the answer is not pretty.
Note: although this was posted yesterday, it failed to show up in the BDN queue or send to subscribers. I’m sorry if you’ve already read it from its link on FB. Today’s post will (hopefully) go out in an hour.
I know Canada Geese. Sir, you’re no Canada goose I ever saw.
Virtually everyone on our continent is a southerner. Furthermore, most have not ventured north of the true Mason-Dixon Line, which is the 49th Parallel.
Whether or not I really wanted it, I’ve gotten my day off.
This rancher owns all 220 building lots of a Saskatchewan ghost town.
Last year, we counted off the signs of civilization as we lost them. This year, those same amenities crowd back into our vision like not-particularly-welcome relatives.
“The Alaska Range,” oil on canvas board, by Carol L. Douglas Neither rain nor snow nor threat of sleep deprivation shall keep us from our appointed rowdiness. Mary and I coined that as our trip’s slogan. It’s insane. Mary has a cold and I’m feeling an irksome scratchiness to the throat. We can afford […]