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I'm not quite where I want to be yet. That's the main takeaway, I think, as the new year dawns. I came into 2019 determined not to...

I was scrolling through my Facebook Memories today when a post came up from ten years ago that caught my eye. "Ah, rejection," I wrote,...

I'd intended to be lazy, once I arrived in Landmannalaugar at the top end of Iceland's famous 57km Laugavegur trail. I'd completed the...

"I'm made for this," I thought, as I descended the last leg of Iceland's famous Laugavegur trail, picking my way across a barren plain of...

"I would kill a man for an orange," I thought, as I sat shovelling yet more trail mix into my mouth amid freezing rain and sulphurous...

My flight from Vancouver to Reykjavik was an overnight job, roughly seven hours from gate to gate. I'd intended to sleep the whole way,...

"There are parts of this trail where if you make a mistake, you will die," the warden at the Baldvinsskáli hut told us cheerfully. Then...

Some time ago, a young man died whom I didn't know well, but who was good friends with many people I did. His name was Justin Shronk, and...

It happened very quickly. Last Sunday evening I was in Toronto, boarding the train from downtown to the airport, when my friend Alexis...

At this time last year, Lucy and I were driving across the snowbound prairies toward Brandon, Manitoba. We had a date with a donkey in...