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.
I am a hiker, backpacker, paddler, trail runner, backcountry skier. Birder.
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 a wanderer for more than twenty years – the last thirteen with my partner, John, we are now both 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 (salvaged from the dump), a 4-Runner and a Corolla wagon (both ’90s Vintage), 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.