This best describes how I approach travel in wilderness. I focus not so much on being able to go the fastest, the farthest, the lightest. I just want to be outside. To see. To experience.
We are hikers, backpackers, paddlers, trail runners, backcountry skiers. Birders.
I am a writer.
More recently I have been diagnosed with SLE, an autoimmune illness that forces me to subdue my impulsivity and has certainly made this wandering life a bit more challenging.
As wanderers for more than twenty years now we find we are more comfortable wandering in the backcountry than walking down Main Street.
John and I live on the outskirts of Whitehorse, Yukon, with 2 tripping canoes, 8 backpacks, 5 tents, 2 mountain bikes, a 4-Runner and a Corolla wagon, but no furniture or running water. It might be a bit peculiar but my partner and I are quite content.
We are aimless wanderers who have traded the security of stable pay checks for the uncertainty of wilderness travel. Our careers have been as varied as our wanderings.
Here are some stories of our outdoor adventures, road trips, rantings on living with lupus and random observations on life. There are no detailed trail descriptions or daily journal entries. These are just some stories of our life as we amble and stumble through a fairly charmed – certainly fortunate – life. I am only to capture some of the experiences we have had in a lifetime of wandering the wild.
“I don’t like either the word [hike] or the thing. People ought to saunter in the mountains – not hike! Do you know the origin of that word ‘saunter?’ It’s a beautiful word. Away back in the Middle Ages people used to go on pilgrimages to the Holy Land, and when people in the villages through which they passed asked where they were going, they would reply, ‘A la Sainte Terre,’ ‘To the Holy Land.’ And so they became known as sainte-terre-ers or saunterers. Now these mountains are our Holy Land, and we ought to saunter through them reverently, not ‘hike’ through them.” John Muir