Gone Camping

I never thought going on a camping-trip would be a big deal. Yet here I am, working 3 days to get ready for just an overnighter. It’s just a little different now. Where I use to be an unorganised mess, now I’m an unorganised mess with a baby. Not blaming the baby! But it does…

Tara Outside

At 17 days this baby discovered a hammock is a basic necessity. And at one month she rode with me on a bicycle… At two months she got her own set of wheels! And learned how to take a selfie… At three months she has walked in the forest, visited different cities, Played with new friends,…

Let’s go to Mexico

Las Vegas is a great place to be leaving. Especially if you happen to be heading towards Death Valley, apparently the driest hottest place in North America. Yeah. Right. Is all I have to say to that. Maybe it was just my luck that at the start of January a big storm came rolling through…

Warm Welcomes and the Legends of America!

“This one is on me, and Welcome to America!’ Said the waiter at Billy’s diner in Burlington. What a lovely surprise! I’d just stopped in for a cup of soup as I was getting a little chilly. I’d already been in the country for four days and came across some glorious converted rail tracks from…

Magic and Madness. Or something in between.

Prince Rupert in August is a fair bit more pleasant than Prince Rupert in December. For a town that get’s 229 rainy days a year it was surprisingly sunny, and I got to catch up with Ben & Kerem! Whom I met as they were riding down Vancouver Island last December as I was heading north.…

Downhill to Alaska! (and uphill out)

It is all downhill into Alaska. Just before crossing the border I had met the fox. And even luckier, I met Mason.  Who just happened to be up there taking photo’s, not necessarily of me & foxes (although he has some absolutely stunning ones of this fox!) But mostly of crazy skidoo & ski antics.…

The Spell of the Yukon

That’s how this famous poem from Robert Service, an Englishman who moved out to the Klondike after the gold rush years, starts. Now I wanted gold too, but of a different kind. And far more easy to find here in Dawson City. Especially under Dori’s guidance. Dori had invited me to come and stay at her…