Those Magical Places

When John and I need to sit in the woods alone, to flee from the crowds, to contemplate our life, to make a big decision, this is where we come. The small lake is a joy to paddle early in the morning and evening, when the beavers are busy working on their lodge, repairing a…

The Grizzly On The Big Salmon River

The experts say never to run from a bear, running provokes a chase instinct in bears. This is true, which we discovered along the Big Salmon River, a small winding tributary of the Yukon River. It is a fun, swift and narrow river with a few sweepers but little else to really worry about. This…

Choices

So many people say things like, “I wish I was rich like you so I could take a summer off from work.” Or, “You’re so lucky to be able to go traveling.” Neither of these statements are true. Too many people fail to realize that John and I are not rich, we’re not lucky. We…

Into The Mountains

I need wild places to wander into, wilderness where I can meet a porcupine, snow buntings, moose, coyote. I live a simple life so I can have these moments in the wild. Spring has sprung early in southern Yukon. We scrambled up and across a ridge today which normally is still snow covered at Easter,…

Napping

Long distance, remote adventures are tough. They are made immensely more challenging when living with an autoimmune illness. People express their bafflement that I can tackle a multi-month paddling trip and still claim to struggle with lupus but there are many ways I have learned over the years to cope with my illness. One of…

Time Unused

Sailing the Gulf Islands and Desolation Sound six years ago was the first time I experienced lupus symptoms. Since then I have learned how to adjust my life to accommodate her. “When the body is rendered useless, the mind still runs like a bloodhound along well-worn trails of neutrons, tracking the echoing questions: the confused…

Books! Books! And More Books!

For our next road trip – winter 2019-2020 – we have been debating whether we should travel with our 4-Runner or to change things and get a motorcycle (or two). I prefer the 4-Runner though I do have my motorcycle license. For me, it is more than the comfort and warmth of a 4-runner. It…

Back In The Cold Embrace Of The Yukon Winter

It is a difficult transition, to reach the end of an adventure and return to work. After eight months of sauntering and wandering, it is time to work and save our pennies for the next adventure, just four months away. It is cold and dark this time of year. The nights seem to stretch on,…

In Praise Of The Thrift Store Fleece

Two summers ago I paddled across the Barrens of the Northwest Territories and Nunavut for two months. My favourite piece of gear ended up being a tattered old ugly green fleece I bought in a thrift store years before. It kept me warm and endured so many abuses. I wrote a piece, I want to…

Sailing Days

We have been wandering around Vancouver Island for two weeks now and it is hard not to look back on the days we sailed here.Β Ten years ago John and I spent a year and a half sailing around the Gulf Islands and Desolation Sound on a 26-foot sailboat (and living on). We were, and still…