Getting Away

As I have written, I was recently sequestered for a volunteer gig in Hell’s Canyon. This was a remote location with no electricity, cell or internet service, or anything like that. You can read my previous post to learn more. This time I want to focus on something folks say to me all the time,…

Ice, Ice, Baby!

I know you can hear it. Da dum da da daa da dum dum, da dum da da daa da dum dum. The familiar rift that put Vanilla Ice on the map. In this case, not the ice I want to talk about. Today I want to talk about coolers and ice. Good, quality food…

Hell’s Canyon Snakes

I have to say that this is my first time with so many snakes about. I mean rattle snakes, as in poisonous, as in can kill me with their bite. These little fuckers are all over the place! The first one I found by the rest rooms while I had a tour boat on land….

What I Learned in Hell’s Canyon

*** Please note that this was written about a week ago. I am no longer in the Canyon. I am on day 11 of 14 days in the Canyon at my volunteer gig. I am the caretaker, tour guide, permit manager, hostess, and janitor. I am here to do whatever is needed. I am in…

One Week on the River

I sit out here on my deck. I am looking at my Chaco tanned feet, feeling the wind as it whirls around me in my underwear. I have a drink, the last of the couple I poured, and can neither see or hear another human being.  I took a brief hike today. This was the…

Doing it My Way

Today I am reminded that our journey is our own. The path we choose, the way in which we travel down that path, is ours and ours alone. Yours is yours, and mine is mine. We may share a passion for adventure or travel, we may swap stories or equipment or destination recommendations and have…

Art of the Pilgrimage

This is actually the title to a book that changed my life and my perspective. I hold this book in high regard. This book is my bible to this journey, this adventure, this pilgrimage. I was reminded of that today and I was reminded of how I lost my way. I started this journey to…

Why People Do This

The question begs itself – why are some people so moved that they hit the road? They forgo that which is most common in our polite society and live life on the cusp, on the edge, on the fringes? Why DO people do this? Here is what I have found out so far. Some folks…