Category Archives: Travelogues

It was a fun motorcycle ride. I wish it could have gone on forever. Alas, all things are fleeting. I wisely kept my enthusiasm on a leash. The oncoming storm sounded like the real deal. Hard to imagine it happening … Continue reading →

Because of the dreary weather, I started a fire in my tent’s stove before zonking out. I slept like bread in a toaster, waking about once every 3 hours to restart the fire. I had prepared more wood than I … Continue reading →

I got back to camp at an awkward time; too early to make dinner but too late to go gallivanting. The night before I’d used most of the firewood in the camp (it was pretty crappy anyway) so I decided … Continue reading →

I was called. I’ve no time to explain. It’s all chaotic and at the last minute. I was pretty happy to be spared a task I dreaded but while you read this I’m probably doing the deed. Unless I’m not. … Continue reading →

[This was to be the last post in the series and the series was to end on election day. Alas, I spent too much time pondering the spiritual and gallivanting in the shoal waters of Luggable Loos and other camping … Continue reading →

[I return now to the story (and life) so rudely interrupted (for better or worse) by the elections. I hope y’all have been celebrating not just political wins but re-emergence of a society that can manage proper transition of power. … Continue reading →

Inevitably “tourists” arrived. This is a beautiful place and it’s game season. I knew there would be more action that usual. Even so, I’d underestimated the draw. All morning, UTVs with 2 or 4 people each kept showing up. It … Continue reading →

I was exhausted. From one point of view I was just a loser sitting on a tree stump whining at the universe; a distraught redneck talking to himself next to a campfire. From another point of view, I was working … Continue reading →

My hectic day finally drew to close. The campers off in the distance were long asleep. Presumably I was the only awake person within 20 miles. An owl hooted in the forest. Just once and that was it. This was … Continue reading →

I had driven, with a truckload of camping gear, to exactly the forest meadow I wanted. Then came a huge plot twist. (There’s always a plot twist. That’s why dispersed camping is nothing like renting a designated campsite.) The meadow was … Continue reading →