Musings on Travel and Life
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 …
I wake up hungry. Time to find whatever grocery store serves the ferry terminal. But It turns out there isn’t a grocery store, just a really over-priced restaurant. I’d pass it up, but I’m completely out of food. I try to eat my scrambled eggs and toast slowly, even though I’d love to demolish the …