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…
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,…
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…
“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…
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.…
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.…
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…
