Musings on Travel and Life
The fire danced, flames strong and healthy against the night. It its glow, people rested in a loose circle, sitting on chairs and benches and whatever else they could find. Behind them, more people stood, and further out, on a courtyard of gravel and dust, a dance party shifted and ebbed. People moved in singles …
I’m in the mountains, on a relaxed day-hike. Most of my group is climbing a steep, technical peak that is almost all glacier, but I wanted something mellower, without the stress and choices of real mountaineering. My friend Cassandra was in a similar mood, and she’s joined me for a day of open ridgeline, easy …
Zero kilometers. I hold the sign and savor the coolness of the metal. I’m done. Actually done. Not done for 20 minutes while I eat lunch. Not done for the night. Not even done for the night and the next day, while I take some time and rest. Done with the trip. I can do …
I wake early and check my Ipad. I’ve grown attached to it, over the last month. It’s been a loyal camera and diary and watch, through trials it was never made to endure. I’ve shoved in into the sand and water of my pack, protected by only a plastic bag, and I’ve exposed it to …
I feel a wave of apprehension as the ferry approaches land. For three hours I could tune out of my body, into the beauty of the coastline. I could gaze at fjords and cliffs and just appreciate them, without having to weigh them as obstacles. But now that the boat ride is over, I’m worried …